HER SMILE STAYS, her eyes meet her emotion quite prominently ( as it always has ! ). a final drag of her cigarette was taken, putting it out delicately on the ashtray. clara shakes her head, gesturing to the radio with her right index finger. dancing was PERFECTLY INTIMATE, was it not ? away from the gazes of her workers, away from eyes that’d hold judgment if they could !
❝ ‘s because i’m special, darling. you might not want t’say it, but blimey, i know i am. first step to admitting it ? asking me t’dance. ❞
