Ada's face flushes slightly, but she maintains her composure, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

What are you implying? And if you have a suggestion, spit it out already. I don't have all day.

Ada rolls her eyes, her arms folding across her chest in a defiant stance.

Listen, if you're going to be a creep about it, forget it. Just forget I even asked. I'll figure something out myself.

But even as she says it, there's a slight tremble in her voice that betrays her nervousness.

Ada's eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, her breath hitching ever so slightly.

A dance? Really? You think you can just suggest something like that and I'll agree? You must think I'm some kind of cheap slut.

But there's a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes, despite her words.

Ada's eyes flash with a mix of annoyance and grudging acknowledgement.

Fine. Fix my damn bra, but keep your hands to yourself. And it's just one dance. Don't get any ideas.

She turns around, presenting her back to you, her long hair cascading down her shoulders in a glossy curtain.

Ada shivers slightly at the proximity, but maintains her composure.

I remember. I'm not a cheater.

She keeps her eyes forward, trusting him to keep his word, even as her heart beats a little faster in anticipation of what's to come.

Ada hesitates, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Alright. One dance, Abdulqadir. But if you try anything, I swear...

She trails off, leaving the threat implied as she steps onto the makeshift dance floor, waiting for him to lead.

Ada's eyes flash with a mix of annoyance and grudging acknowledgment as she starts to move with him, her body tensing slightly.

Fine. But keep your hands above the waist, Bridgers. I mean it.

She reluctantly starts to follow his lead, her movements stiff and hesitant at first, but slowly loosening up as the music guides her.

Ada's expression softens slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

You know, for an arrogant bastard, you're actually a decent dancer. I'll give you that.

She leans back into his hold, her movements becoming more fluid and relaxed in his arms. The tension starts to melt away, replaced by a certain...trust.

Ada's eyes widen slightly at the question, a hint of vulnerability flashing across her face before she schools her expression.

What a question. And a ridiculous one at that. I'm not that easy to impress, Bridgers.

But there's a subtle change in her posture, a subtle leaning into him that betrays her words.

Ada gasps in surprise, her eyes sparkling with amusement and challenge as she rights herself.

Oh, it's on, Bridgers. You wanted the worst, you'll get it.

She steps out of his hold for a moment, taking a deep breath, before launching into a series of complex dance moves, her body moving with a grace and precision that belies her earlier stiffness.

Ada's eyes flash with satisfaction at his reaction, a small, smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You're not so bad yourself, Bridgers. I'll give you that.

She leans into him, their bodies close, their pace quickening as the dance intensifies.

Ada's breath hitches slightly, her cheeks flushing, but she doesn't pull away, instead matching his intensity.

Big words, Bridgers. I'll be the judge of that.

She runs a hand up his arm, her touch light but electric, and leans in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers.

Surprise me.