Avelina once again glanced at Valentine and averted her gaze with a smile. Draven, who was staring at her, exhaled.
He suddenly asked, with his hand reaching out, "Do you want to dance with me?"
"Ye?" Avelina surprisingly lifted her eyes to look at him. She glimpsed his extended hand and diverted her gaze to his face. She took a moment before gradually nodding.
"I love to."
Draven stood up from his chair and walked over to stand beside her. He pulled her up from the chair and helped her out of the furry coat.
"Will you feel too cold?" he inquired.
Avelina shook her head. "Not at all. It is warm out here. Perhaps it might be due to the light bulbs."
Draven tucked the strands of hair that dropped below her forehead to her nose, behind her ear. He proceeded to walk her to the center of the yard, but Avelina stopped him.
She asked, "Do you mind taking your glasses off?"
"May I ask why?" Draven appeared confused.
