She tries to help me get up from the ground. There's no laughing visible. I shake her hand off when she gets on the ground with me. But I still give her a hand, and she breaks into the smallest smile.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to fall again," She says, with the biggest smirk that I've ever seen.

I stare at her, unmoving like the stars in the skies. Her silky, black hair hangs limply around her neck. Her glowy tanned skin and hair chestnut brown eyes make me wonder how I've never seen her around. Or maybe it's because I never look around enough.

I shake my head. "Do you need something?"

She steps closer to my desk. Her slender fingers gently peer over my books. I peer at her, wondering what she's doing. She takes my pen and scribbles something. My eyes itch to peer over her shoulder, but I'm not like her. I'm not the type to invade someone else's space.

"Do you know how to dance?"

I shake my head. Dancing was never something I was good at. The bright colours or the extravagant dance moves. It was a big part when my dad was alive. He loved watching the native dancers move gracefully around the floor. Now I know what they really were doing. Hiding the pain and the darkness between the colours of their clothes. It was never about the dance, but about showing to the people what our culture was really about. The fake version.

"Never learned it."

She claps her hands together, her face looks like the epitome of brightness. Then she looks up at me, smiling sheepishly. "That's perfect."

"For what?"

"A final project where we need to teach an incompetent how to dance."

I look at her, raising my eyebrows. Thinking this over, a girl's asking me to dance. I know women judge men who don't know how to dance. If I showed her my dancing skills, would she let me leave?

"Sorry, that came out wrong." She laughs. "We get four weeks to come up with an original dance with a partner."

"Why would you choose me?"

"The harder the struggles are, it feels better to see the results of the success." She laughs again. "It's just easier to dance with someone that doesn't know how to dance, it's more fun that way too."

"So you in?"

"Can I leave in the middle because I can't dance?"

"You can, but it's harder to find another dance partner after being with someone for a while, I may also my grades, and my teacher might think I'm a bad dancer because I can't teach, but sure."

My stress levels keep rising. She won't let me leave in the middle, but she looks harmless. If she's actually good then this might actually be fun.

"Can you show me something right here?"

Her mouth opens up, gaping at me. I don't tell her, but she actually looks kinda cute like this. A little fish, swimming in an ocean filled with flowers and sharks. I squint at her, folding my arms over my chest.

"Right here?"

I shrug. "You said you're a dancer, show me anything so I can see if you're good enough to teach me."

She smiles. "This is going to be a difficult and long journey."

I let her take me into the small empty room. Most couples like to come in here and doing what they can't do in the public part of the library. Knowing that I've never come in here, until now. 

I look around, watch her stretching her legs. She smiles at me, then starts off with a swirl. I go through my phone, finding a song. She looks surprised when she hears the melodies of the song. She goes through the exercise, showing off her flexibility. I swear she did three splits, jumped on one foot. She better teach me where she learned to dance like nobody else is watching. 

I try to hide the shock, but I'm sure it shows on my face. 

"Can't say you're not good." 

"It wasn't that great." 

She walks out, leaving me to catch up with her. "When are we first meeting?" 

Stopping right in front of me. I bump into her, and her wide eyes turn back to face me.

"So you're actually doing it." 

I smile at her lack of confidence. Maybe she isn't that different from me. "You better not keep me waiting because I'm not the type of girl to wait." 

"Wouldn't expect you to be." 

When I leave the library, I don't even catch the shadows lurking in the dark waiting for me to fall. There's this excitement that stirs deep in my heart. Even if I end up breaking my spine trying to spin in the air or waste time I could be studying or practicing. Even if I don't make the meeting in time, I know she'll be there.  She may say she won't wait, but at least she'll stay till the end.