The second week of class, Mariah beamed when Kara stepped in, eyes sweeping excitedly over her capri leggings, loose shirt, and untidy bun. She took her place in the front row this time, just to Mariah's left. It was easier to see from there anyway. The only problem with this proximity was that sometimes their eyes would meet briefly as they danced and Kara would look away hastily, intimidated.