Closed A Date For Once

Savannah could at long last say she had a date to the dance. She knew though that this was not a date date, but as friends. Truly she didn't really mind, being able to spend time at a dance without just standing around awkwardly with no one to dance with was not that fun the 7th time in a row. She had gone for a formal dress, one which she felt showed off her best features. She wanted to look nice, because she wanted this to be a good experience for Zerrin and because she always felt happier when she dressed nice. She was waiting for him, happy to do so, since she knew he'd be there soon enough.

Zerrin hurried down to the dance, running a little behind after he'd spent time toying with the formal kilt he'd gotten. He felt a little like an imposter, still desperately trying to fit himself into his family culture when he hadn't been born into it. He shoved the feelings aside, rushing down and just hoping Savannah didn't think he looked as out of place as he felt. "Savannah, hey," He called. "You look amazing," He complimented, coming to a stop close to her as he tried to catch his breath.

Savannah looked at Zerrin as he approached and to the outfit he was wearing. She'd always known his family was Scottish, but she didn't think he would wear it. He looked good though. "Thank you," she accepted the compliment. "So do you, it suits you," she told him with a shrug, her voice very matter-of-fact. "Do you dance?"[/h]