Dance
[ continued from a post that has been lost to the void.... RIP - @taggedfakerâ ]
Sheâd always felt uncomfortable in a crowd, despite how much she was exposed to them at her job, where she danced seemingly care-free. She was painfully aware of the irony.
So when she and Nicolas crossed the lobby of the hotel towards the large function room, which was reserved for the night for a dinner dance, Melanie could feel her throat growing dry and her walking pace slow down. She was excited, having never been to such a high-class event before, but also nervous.
Especially since she knew she was accompanying the tagged here for a job he was part of.
âDo you know anyone here?â She spoke towards him, standing close, and signing as best she could... though she was still learning. She was trying to get into a habit of signing as she spoke as often as possible.














