Amira's gaze fell upon Danielle, who appeared to be glancing in their direction.
"Are you acquainted with Danielle?" Amira inquired.
"Why do you want to know?" He responded, touching the skin of her palm before releasing it by her side.
"No particular reason," Amira replied.
"You shouldn't let trivial matters concern you, raccoon," Zyran advised her.
"Okay," Amira nodded.
As the music filled the air, the moment had finally arrived for everyone to take to the dance floor. Amira watches couples swaying to the gentle melody.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke her reverie. "Dance with me, my lady," Zyran said, extending his hand toward her.
"I don't know how to dance, Zyran," Amira replied with a hint of uncertainty.
"Let me show you," he reassured her, gently taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor.
Zyran's hand gently came to rest on Amira's waist as he took her other hand into his, gracefully guiding her to the rhythm of the music.
