"Try not to step on her toes, Evan," Zack quipped.
"If I do, it's a tactical maneuver," Evan shot back, grinning.
On the dance floor, Arlon and June moved in sync, their steps steady despite the gravity of the moment.
"You're better at this than I expected," June said, glancing at him with a small smile.
"Let's just say I'm good at pretending," Arlon replied dryly.
"Well, you're doing great at pretending, then," she teased.
The dance was the least wanted part of this banquet, even less than the political part for Arlon.
But, it also came to an end. And the saviors went back to their tables without an issue.
There hadn't been any accidents like falling on the desert table, but...
"Do you know how many times you have stepped on my feet?" Carmen asked Evan.
Evan smiled sheepishly, "Sory, sorry. I am not good with the dance, you know."
