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Section Three held their ceremonial ball to commemorate another successful year; Lieutenant Commander Aniela Kasowka came in her white service uniform to network with other officers from other divisions. She sat next to Chief Petty Officer Samuel-B256, her date to the ball. The two watched as officers danced with their partners, everyone seemed like they were trying to show off the moves they learned from dance classes.
She saw Samuel smile at her and look back at the dance floor. “Want to dance?” He asked.
“You can dance?” She replied, surprised to the question. “Sparring is not dancing, you know.”
Aniela came only to build her network within Section Three, dancing with Samuel never popped up on her radar of activities. They spent the majority of the night talking about tactics and the state of affairs, nothing that came near to what he offered.
He stood up, looked down at her and held his hand out. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
Refusing to say no, she took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. She saw a few people glance at the two of them and felt self-conscious, it wasn’t common for SPARTANs to attend and much less dance at the ball. Samuel stopped, turned to face her and gave a little smirk.
He placed his hand on her back and felt hers on his. Their fingers intertwined and they slowly stepped to the left and right, once. Aniela followed his lead and smiled to herself as he surpassed every expectation she had of his dancing capabilities. It was simple and they both found it fun.
“Is this the best you can do?” Aniela teased him.
Samuel gave her the same small smirk and took his hand off her back, twirled her around and placed his hand right where he left it. Aniela couldn’t help but laugh; they were dancing and not screwing up.
“What’s so funny? Never expected me to know this?” He spoke softly and tilted his head down.
“Not in a hundred years.”