Diana had a particular smile. A smile that made her eyes gleam like the lights on a pinball machine. She offered it to the cutie, along with a slight wrinkle of her nose. She hadn't danced with a guy who actually could dance since the 1800s. No biggie.

"It's easy," she said. "All you have to do is put your right hand here." She took his right hand, setting it on her waist. "And give me your left hand." She held hers out to take it.

There was something nice about his eyes, she decided. She'd go easy on him.

"After that, all you do is move the way the music wants you to move."