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“Well, don’t you clean up,” you smirked with a hand on your hip as Washington arrived at your door.

His eyes went wide as he glanced at you, “And you, wow, so do you.”

“Come on,” you grinned and took his hand to lead him to the small, empty training room you found.

“Why are we doing this again?” Wash asked as you shut the door behind the two of you.

“Because we need to have fun sometimes and while the director might not throw balls or parties that doesn’t mean we can’t have one,” you shrugged, “Besides the deeper we go down this rabbit hole the less chances we have moments like this. Now, F.I.L.S.S., can you please add a little music for us?”

“Certainly, any requests?” the AI asked.

“Something slow,” you suggested.

Music slowly flowed from the speakers filling the room. Washington still looked unsure as you held your hand, “Can I have this dance?”

He was quiet as he considered his choices, “On one condition, I get to lead.”