More often than she would.

She could not accept that. No way.
She didn't want thinking about him. But she did it. "No! You cannot do it! It will be like the other times!! Don't think about him!", repeated the little voice in her head. And she tried to obey.

That night he was punctual. She came out of her car, and she saw him. Maybe he saw her too. He stayed a little in the hall, speaking with someone. She arrived a few minutes later. But she didn't greet him. She made like she didn't see him.

It was because she shamed. She didn't know what to say. And she knew that, if she looked at him, she blushed. And he had not to see that.

She run in the fitness studio. Someone closed the door.

She turned herself every five minutes, everytime someone openede the door. She looked throw the mirror. Until he came in. And she stopped looking.

She tried don't look, when he was dancing with someone else. She tried don't turn herself, to say if he came. He didn't ome to her like the other time, he didn't come to kiss her. No, he didn't.

Half an hour. Maybe 20 minutes. Then they meeted them. Without a word, they began to dance. He explained her the mistakes, and she corrected herself. And she felt that "fluid". Who knows, if he felt it too.

He went away. Then, he came back. "You won't dance with me - she said - and now you're on my feet too...". "Come on", he said. "You have to give me your number...or how can I hear you?". She said nothing. No word. And they danced again. 

At the end he hug her.

Then they go away. Without speaking.