Glancing down on his offered hand, Luna placed her own above his which the latter clasped, and led her on the middle of the dancefloor. His hand was warm contrary to his blank and cold expression she failed to foresee. His white suit and hers that matched on that night took all the attention of the dancing guests whose eyes focused on the aloof Honorable Master Mage that did not like to attend a crowded place.
"I don't know how to dance the one they are talking about," Luna whispered and stared right into his eyes.
Akiro had returned back her stares. Her deep dark eyes resembled his like he was staring into a mirror that he could not take off every time he looked at her. He marveled if it was the reason why he did not fail to captivate a person in his life. The features of their hair and eyes seemed bland but the rarity of such attracted the eyes of many.
He intertwined their hands which made her confused, waiting for his reply.
