A family situation, Chester didn't want to press further in case it worsened the mood, but he was thankful that Silvia and her family were able to sort it out in a way that made things calm down for her. "Well, I'm glad that things have gotten better, and I understand that it was on short notice. I know things can happen unexpectedly, and besides, we never learned where the other lived, so it was understandable that you weren't able to send me something." He could tell that trying to talk to her about this right now was not the best idea, but thankfully, she took his hand that was offered as he led her to the dance floor. He managed a light chuckle as she said that they'd looked like penguins as they did that first slow dance, and while he'd somewhat improved since then, a part of him still felt awkward in a sense trying to dance with her. "Hey, at least what you and her tried to do looked choreographed, but that slow dance... I'll admit that it was my first one, so I had an excuse to look like a penguin. Let's see how much both of us have improved since that night." Thankfully, she appeared to know what to do this time, letting him lead the way as it felt like they naturally fit together, sparks erupting from every point of contact between them as his free hand rested against her waist at a height that made it clear they were enjoying each other's company while bordering between chaste and intimate.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F5-WpsdC2-Cc&amp;hash=cf09b4efe1751b1d54040b531b62aa0f" href="https://youtu.be/5-WpsdC2-Cc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The song</a>that was playing, it finally got to a point that it was recognizable, and while it was one of his favorite songs, something about tonight made him want to put it on loop as soon as he could make it home. Chess decided to let the music take control as he danced with Silvia for the song, feeling like he was one with the music as he guided her along.<br/><br/>Even though it wasn't obvious as they danced, Chester could tell that people had pulled out their phones to take pictures of him and Silvia, some even appeared to be taking videos, but he didn't care. "People can judge all they want, and right now, they can judge us as much as they want because they don't matter as much to me right now as you do." He'd leaned in close, knowing the volume of the place made it hard to actually whisper it into her ear, but he quickly pulled back so he could spin her, catching her in a way that felt effortless so she wouldn't be able to fall. "Don't worry, I got you." Right as he said that, part of his mind drifted to make the club disappear, and instead it was replaced by his home studio as if he were back at home and currently live, even if the music and the redhead kept him grounded in reality. He'd made sure that there wasn't an opportunity to have either of them accidentally step on the other's toes, and he couldn't find any reason to take his eyes away from her. It was still hard to believe that they'd found each other again, and since things were better for her, maybe the two of them could potentially have a chance to actually get to know each other. Right as the song ended, Chess wasn't exactly sure whether it was the right time to make a move, but at the same time, a part of him wanted to beg Silvia for forgiveness by going with instinct.<br/><br/>Of course, Chester didn't have any idea that Silvia was actually a witch, nor did he realize that she needed to start containing her budding magic by going away for a few years. As far as he was aware, there were no supernatural beings in the world, only regular, boring humans. At one point, Michael had tried to tell him to stick to girls in their church, completely unaware that his best friend was actually from another family that had witches and warlocks pop up in their family tree, but had given up when it appeared to be useless after that dance. To him, magic only existed in books, TV, movies, and in folklore/mythology, and any "magic" acts could be learned just by studying the person performing it enough times. He always liked those kinds of things in general, but there was no telling how he'd react upon finding out that it was real, much less that it was possible that he was from a variation of supernaturals. Chess, however, didn't show any active signs of possessing any sort of "gift" that defined him as inhuman, which would've been obvious to anyone from a supernatural bloodline like Mike and Silvia by this point.<br/><br/>Coming back to reality, Chester realized that he most likely had been staring at Silvia for longer than he should've, and turned away for a second as his face turned a bright shade of red in an effort to conceal his growing embarrassment. "Sorry, just... I still feel like an idiot after all these years." He'd let her go as he spoke, and yet he found himself pushing his glasses back up onto his nose as he forced himself to look at her again. "I... I'm not the best with words, not even when I try putting music behind it, but I'm better at using music to express myself in general. Like, it was a running joke that music is more of my first language than English is, but it's true in a sense." It was hard to tell what the current song was due to the bass having been turned up past what it should've been, yet a part of him still felt it fueling him in a sense, though the reason for it was unknown. He didn't even realized that he'd reached for her hand again until he felt the sparks once more, somehow convinced that there was something more to her than what most could see. "This is going to sound like I'm kind of crazy, and maybe<i> I am</i>for thinking this, but... I think there's sparks between us, and..." It was something personal, he'd admitted to his fans before that he always looked for what he could only describe to them as "sparks" from a girl, and the decision was made to actually talk about it with the only girl to cause this feeling with him. "Silvia, there's a chance that you also feel these sparks as well, but what do I know, right?" Sometimes, it appeared to be a hit or miss for whether or not Chess was reading a person correctly, but to him, Silvia was the hardest one to decipher, and smoke colored eyes met icy ones as he silently prayed for a sign that he wasn't crazy for believing in the sparks.<br/><br/>It was all he could hope for considering he<i>had</i>to sound like he was crazy for talking about it.