Chrissy, who had acted like she didn't hear him, looks at him with a furrowed brow. She was contemplating if she should or not... accept his request to dance with him.
President Grant was sweating bullets at that moment. He had never felt scared in his life, just like how he's feeling at the moment. What is he going to do if she declined? He kept his hands extended, waiting for Chrissy to accept or reject...
Unbeknownst to them that all eyes were pointed at them, they saw when President Grant stood up from where he was seating and began sauntering... Everyone knew where he was heading, and all were holding their breath, waiting for the outcome for what his about to do.
The clock was ticking, and the music was playing *tick-tack, tick-tack!*
Then... Chrissy lifted her hands to accept President Grant's extended hand. Everyone stopped dancing for a moment and began clapping and cheering them on... *Clap-clap-clap!*
