It was as if her mind was already overthinking the process, whirring a mile a minute to keep up with all of the possibilities her mind enacted. At his statement, that took her a moment but was ultimately deemed a joke, the redhead's resolve cracked slightly. Surely the slower tune he recommended was for her benefit, and as he 'borrowed' Brock's phone for a moment to play the song aloud, Hazel watched in a sort of stock-still daze. She hadn't been lying, of course, she'd have no reason to. The only dance she had ever had the pleasure of participating in had been her second high school's Winter Formal. And Hazel herself had ultimately ended up in the punch bowl.<br/><br/>The lilting sound of the piano keys emanating from the cell phone drew Hazel's gaze, and for a long moment, she stared at the title across the screen. Eventually, the keys seemed to strike her from her stillness, and with an unsteady inhale, she gingerly accepted Colin's outstretched hand. She glanced at his face once, but then fell into a quiet shyness that only intensified the farther they stepped onto the open floor.<br/><br/>"Believe me, I trust<i>your</i>feet. It's mine I'm having trouble with," she chuckled lightly. The somewhat confident observer that'd been content to meander on the verge of actual social interaction was gone, replaced by the anxious and wary creature that lived just beneath the surface. As the piano continued with lilting pleasantries, she found herself automatically raising a hand to place across his shoulder, the other one turning to clasp his hand familiarly. "Is this okay?" She fell still for a moment, green hues flitting to his as their bodies came to rest barely chest-to-chest as they fell into a position Hazel had seen many times.