Chapter 43 Violence

• The slow music played softly in the background as Ann found herself beside this blonde haired guy, he seemed confident with a cocky smile that she couldn't miss.
• "Wow, that’s weird," Ann remarked, breaking the silence. "You don’t seem like the type to dislike dancing."
• Dan chuckled, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. "I know, right? I mean, look at me. I’m very good-looking, fit, and born for parties like this," he said, his grin widening as though he were stating a universal truth.