Honestly, Diana was almost surprised at herself. She was a flirt. A shameless one at that. And a hopeless romantic. But considering the situation at hand, she hadn't really come out to dance, expecting to...well, actually pick anyone up.

Maybe she should have been alarmed, but in the moment, it just felt kind of right, fun even, to pretend everything was normal and he was her next big mistake.

She sucked in some air between her teeth. "I'm pretty good at dancing. What do you say we find out?" She offered him a hand.