Fitz screwed up his face and shrugged, rubbing his arm awkwardly. “I think I’ll be okay. Dancing can’t be that hard…right?”
“The steps to the countless dances you have to remember aren’t, and what’s hard about simultaneously trying to remember those, stay on beat with the music and try not to collide with other people? Nothing. You’ll be fine,” Skye said, shoulders rising in a nonchalant shrug. After a brief pause in which she battled with the smile threatening to creep onto her face and ruin the mock seriousness of what she’d said, she gave up on trying to scare him. “No, seriously. If you have the right partner, it’ll be fine.”