~Aaron's POV
She crossed her arms, still looking at me like I had just insulted her entire bloodline, and I swear I almost laughed again, but I held it in this time because something in her eyes told me she was already plotting revenge.
"Oh, you think you're funny," she said, tilting her head slightly.
"I don't think," I replied, shrugging. "I know."
She narrowed her eyes at me, then suddenly her expression changed, like a switch flipped in her head.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Then you dance."
I blinked. "What?"
"You heard me," she said, stepping back and giving me space like she was about to watch a performance. "Dance."
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "That's not how this works."
"Oh, that's exactly how it works," she said, pointing at me. "You don't get to laugh at me and just sit there like some judge. Stand up."
I stayed where I was, stretching my legs lazily. "I'm good right here."
