"I will never dance," Sara's mother decisively said, "I hate dancing!"
"Oh, how come you work using… Without dancing from time to time?!" William paused, moving his eyes around her fiery body. Seeing him eyeing her in such a way didn't make her uncomfortable. Instead, she felt there was something familiar at last in how he looked at her.
"Ahem," Sara from the side couldn't help but clear her throat, "we can let my mother away from this and we'll handle this dance."
"Ok, but it still feels odd," William evilly smiled, "why don't you learn and perform it if we need help?"
"Screw you!" Sara's mother knew he was teasing her on purpose, and so she showed her fierce side again to him. And from the side, Sara couldn't help but roll her eyes, unable to decide if what he was doing was right or wrong.
