He stepped in front of her, stretching her arm out to meet his now. "I had a feelin' you wouldn't've gone so far for me if y'didn't love me." Dimitri replied. He tugged on her arm to pull her into him. He knew her, and he knew she would have fun if they danced. "The beach sounds temptin'. Dressed up and alone, the waves washin' on the shore. I promise we'll go before the night ends." Dimitri liked to be around people, especially growing up. But lately, something had been so much more appealing about spending time with just Dominika. They were a team. It almost felt unnatural going without seeing her.
"For now, take me to the dance floor. Make me look like I know nothin' 'bout dancin'." Dimitri said, with a wide smile. Dancing simply wasn't his domain. But it was Dominika's domain, and being in her domain felt like home.
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Robert was somewhere between mystified and tormented with the prom. From one perspective, the prom truly looked like a fantasy. If all of the events at this camp looked like this, he was beginning to understand some of the appeal for the camp. The fabrics looked wonderful, the lights were splendid, the atmosphere of the location was absolutely unique. However, it was also stereotype city. Robert couldn't tell if there were more high school stereotypes or Middle East stereotypes lingering around in this prom. Lia had a good point, about the cultural accuracy. The culture always had faced the toughest of challenges since history had began being recorded. They were a strong and wise people, and their customs deserved respect.
Robert hadn't originally planned on attending prom. He was still so new to camp that he didn't know enough people well enough. He'd thought about asking Annie to go as at least friends, but he backed out last second. His transparency and anonymity were important to him, and he didn't want to risk being known for being shot down to the prom. He also didn't want to be known as the person who showed up to prom alone. Lia, however, had dragged him to the even. Lia was a very persistent and enthusiastic daughter of Iris, but Robert had positive thoughts about her. Her attitude was benevolent for those who spent time with her, and she had seriously done exceptional her attire tonight.
It was peculiar to see Lia talk down about anything or anyone, though he felt she had a solid point, it was the first time he'd seen her less than excited about something. "Did you know belly-dancing wasn't originated anywhere in the Middle East? Many experts believe it was created by ancient Romans. Though, I suppose there would be intense stigma for Greeks hosting a Roman themed event." Robert shrugged. "Don't worry, your outfit looks wicked good and has relatively sharpshooter accuracy."