Emma(aka alter ego DFF): Well hello Mr Cutie, wanna dance?
Daniel who had been standing for himself, didn’t expect anyone to notice him until now that he was suddenly spoken to. He had arrived rather late and didn’t have any plans other than to simply meet up and watch people dance, so he was rather taken aback by the sudden appearance of Emma - or had he simply been spacing out? “Oh hey,” he replied and smiled nervously, “uhh sure we can I guess, but I can’t promise I’m any good at it.”
Emma smirked with amusement at Daniel’s surprise. She was mostly confused why such a precious guy was alone on the sidelines, and not already snatched up by anybody. Well, she wasn’t one to snooze on a golden opportunity. “I ain’t a star at dancing myself, but let’s rumble anyway.” Emma attempted to encourage Daniel, smiling at him. She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor.
Stumbling along when Emma took him to the dance floor, Daniel looked around nervously before looking at the lady who had shown interest in him. He was a little embarrassed about his awkward behaviour and hesitated before starting to dance with her. “So,” he started and had his eyes set on his feet for a second before looking up, “what name do you go by?” He hoped he could start a conversation to feel less awkward about the whole situation.