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Across the dance floor, pink hair shone brightly. Swaying at the brush of a passerby, it was almost hypnotizing. Ino couldn’t stop herself from walking across the room. Despite the loud music, Ino could hear the tapping of the girl’s shoe. Her slim fingers tapped her thigh to the rhythm and as Ino approached she could hear a low hum coming from painted lips.
¨Do you dance?” Ino could think of nothing else to ask, still mesmerized by the stranger’s beauty. For the first time that night, Ino cursed the exquisite masks obscuring everyone’s faces.
The girl smirked, such an unexpected yet fitting expression, ¨Shouldnt you ask me my name first?¨
¨That would ruin the fun¨ Ino whines, ¨… besides, it is just one night¨
¨Fine¨ the girl runs a hand through her hair as she dramatically sighs, ¨You better make this worth it¨. Her grin was now challenging and taunting, yet just as endearing.
Hours pass and blisters form. By the time they leave the dance floor, their shoes are nowhere to be found.
¨How was it?¨
The pink-haired girl hums in confusion.
¨Was it worth it?¨ Ino continues.
¨Your dancing is atrocious¨ the girl responds flatly.
Ino feigns offense, ¨Youre far too mean¨
¨That what my friend tells me¨
The clock strikes two and moonlight shines bright through the ceiling-high glass panels.
¨Your friend sounds like a smart person¨ Ino jokes as she stands and brushes off her dress.
¨You couldn’t be further from the truth¨ There is a fondness in the girl’s voice that Ino had yet to hear.
Ino breathes out a laugh, ¨I suppose this is goodbye¨
As she walks away Ino can hear the girl respond quietly, “ill see you tomorrow¨
Quickly she turns, but Ino is too late, the pink-haired girl is gone. She lets out a deep breath, ¨Nice dancing with you, Sakura¨