Zaos just found another reason not to go to the party. He said that he had forgotten how to dance, but then his mother forcefully made him remember the basic moves.
"All right, since you are tall for your age, you will have to move your head in order to look your dancing partner in the eye," Lyra said. "Keep your cool and try to smile a little while you still look her in the eye. Most girls like that."
"I am not going to this party to become popular, mom," Zaos said and then sighed. "Like I said, I am not interested in kids."
"It seems you are a late bloomer…" Lyra frowned. "Well, that is also charming in itself. Just try to be respectful no matter what and you will have many invitations in the future."
"Got it, I will be disrespectful to save myself from the hassle of a troublesome future," Zaos said.
"Zaos…" Lyra said.
