Thea was left at the edge of the Gazebo. Frowning a little, she twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers. She could dance. If she was honest, she could dance well.. but obviously not brave enough to go and ask someone to be her partner. Proud may also be the word.. she was used to being asked not asking! Merh.

Tapping her foot, she began to chew her lip as her grey eyes swept around to spot a familiar face. Somebody may ask her.. eventually.