At first Autumn barely moved.
"I told you I don't dance."
"You're standing in the middle of a dance circle."
"Against my will."
Luca chuckled.
"Just follow me."
He spun her gently once.
She stumbled slightly but caught herself.
"See?" he said.
"Not terrible."
She glared at him.
"Low standards."
But slowly—
Very slowly—
She started laughing.
And Luca noticed.
Because it was the exact laugh he had mentioned earlier.
The one that apparently drove him crazy.