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"What’s her name?" Tessa questioned, probably able to give him an answer if she knew who it was. She then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, just this kid Kelson. I’m not entirely sure he exists."

"Andy Doolittle" Charlie replied without much enthusiasm, much preferring this dance with Tessa than whatever part of the evening he spent with his actual date. "Never even heard of a person called Kelson" Charlie said, laughing slightly.

"I certainly hope so," she said, raising a brow as she glanced down, clearly impressed by his footwork. She kept herself close to him, mostly in fear of bumping into the other groups of dancing teenagers who could seem to a single step right. Tessa then tilted her head at him. "So, where’s your date?"

"I'm not entirely sure actually" Charlie replied, looking over Tessa's shoulder towards the refreshments table, the last place he had seen his assigned date. "She was around earlier, but she seems to have disappeared. What about you? Where's the lucky guy that got paired with you?"   

She positioned herself carefully against him in the middle of the dance floor, having taken enough lessons by now to know the steps properly, though she isn’t nearly as good as Evelyn. “Of course you did,” she replies, laughing, “Don’t step on my feet.”

Not that he'd admit it to anybody, but Charlie's mother made him take dance lessons as a child so he knew all of the steps and there was no chance that he'd step on Tessa's feet. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing" he said with a smirk.

Tessa gasps, feigning surprise. “Why, Charlie, I thought you’d never ask,” she teases, holding out her hand for him.

Charlie smirks, reaching out and taking Tessa's hand. "Well I couldn't ask you to dance straight away, I'd have to woo you with my wonderful conversation first". he teased back, leading her towards the dancefloor.