“Come on. It’s time for your dance lessons.” I crossed my arms. “Absolutely not.” That was even worse than getting wasted. “So you enjoy looking like a malfunctioning robot every time you dance?” “I don’t…” Breathe. I counted to three and tried again. “I rarely dance. Therefore, I don’t need lessons.” “You go out with your friends all the time, so that’s not true… unless you’re afraid of failing.” Xavier dropped his hand and shrugged. “I understand. No one succeeds at everything.”
