She stood in the corner of the dance floor looking over all the couples. She didn’t know why she even came to social events where she wasn’t accepted, wasn’t asked to dance not once. Without glancing at the ballroom floor once more she turned and went to walk out the door but something stopped her, some presence.
“Excuse me miss, may I have this dance?”
The voice was familiar but she just couldn’t place it, slowly she turned around ending up face to chest with a man dressed in an elegant black suit and tie. As she craned her neck to see who stood before her she noticed a couple at the doorway looking at her with mild interest.
“Yes sir you may.”
she wondered how they could possibly dance when his shoulder was up there and her hand could barely reach without using some of her gifts.
