The smile that lights up his face when she says yes to a dance is radiant, he had been fully expecting her to decline but as his mother used to say, hope springs eternal, and it would seem this time it paid off.

The band starts up a new song and he takes her offered hand and gently guides her onto the dance floor, sweeping her out to help create a space just for them before guiding her into his arms. He places his hand confidently on her lower back and begins to lead them in a very slow waltz, his earlier nerves and bashfulness slowly fading. After all, he may not know a lot about women but he knows how to dance.