Victoria rested her head on her hands and sighed softly. She ran her fingers through her hair and laid her braid over her shoulder. At the corner of her eyes she could see him look at her. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked at her glass. As soon as a more upbeat song began to play she looked up and took a sip of her beer. She saw movement in the corner of her eyes and watched how the young man approached her. She desperately hoped that she wouldnâ€™t blush as bad as she normally did when someone talked to her. The man introduced himself. His name was Erik McCollough. Victoria shook his hand and smiled, â€œHi, Iâ€™m Victoria Crowe.â€ She felt that she began to blush as she heard how he spoke with his Irish accent. As Eric asked her to dance she doubted for a moment and then quietly replies, â€œIâ€™m not a good dancer.. But sure.â€ A warm smile appeared on her face. â€œI have warned you though.â€