With her permission he takes her hand into his, he 
leads her out. Walking slowly and gracefully out to
the centre of the dimly lit ballroom. A pause, before 
he reaches around, placing his other arm around 
her, resting at the small of her back. 

“You are certainly the most beautiful flower here tonight.”

He began to move with the sway of the music. The
ensemble of strings and brass was slow yet alluring
and they moved accordingly. 

“So what so such a beautiful flower doing here alone?”