My eyes didn’t leave her as I took a step closer and placed my glass on a tray as the server passed. She wouldn’t dance for me. Not willingly anyway. Finding her mark already placed on the dance floor, she settled into a traditional pose, one foot turned out, the other laying behind her, and her arms positioned down, forming a circle. She never started like that. She always came in already moving, natural and unsophisticated. That was how she danced. Uncivilized. It was what I loved.
