The moment Fred and I began dancing, the others started to follow. It was like the previous events didn’t happen at all. At the moment, the visitors enjoyed the event as usual as they casually used the dancefloor.

“Fred, is it me, or do you suck at dancing now?” I said as he and I stood behind the buffet table and ate. I was eating while he was just looking at me and greeting guests when they passed by.

“I should be asking you that same question.” He responded and handed me a cupcake. “Try this.”

“I stepped on you one time! You also stepped on mine.” I complained but...