Guess so, ( he says with a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. voices low, heads tilted inwards, there's enough privacy between them for rene to remain candid, to not slip into his natural habit of bravado. it would feel far too out of place here, with a live band echoing a dreamily slow melody throughout the hall and hushed conversations taking place all around them so as not to interrupt one another, or maybe to savor their own moments.
a moment or two later, rene adds: ) If this is s'posed to be your belated quinceañera, this city did one hell of a job.
( and then he lifts their hands, draws his other away from her to give her a little spin, grin kinda spreading as she returns to him and his hand settles against the back of her dress once more. the two of them are pretty good at this thing — not that he'd expected anything but.
rene's hesitation about this whole thing, the tension, slowly begins to melt away in favor of their light conversation, the ease with which they dance together. there's just something about isabelle — about the way she smiles so genuinely at him and how the two of them can slip into comfortable conversation without question — that sets him at ease, metaphorical hackles lowered. )
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a moment or two later, rene adds: ) If this is s'posed to be your belated quinceañera, this city did one hell of a job.
( and then he lifts their hands, draws his other away from her to give her a little spin, grin kinda spreading as she returns to him and his hand settles against the back of her dress once more. the two of them are pretty good at this thing — not that he'd expected anything but.
rene's hesitation about this whole thing, the tension, slowly begins to melt away in favor of their light conversation, the ease with which they dance together. there's just something about isabelle — about the way she smiles so genuinely at him and how the two of them can slip into comfortable conversation without question — that sets him at ease, metaphorical hackles lowered. )