Sierra's cheeks burned red with his compliments and his words about dancing for herself. She'd never thought about it that way. She smiled as he spoke. Something about him made her feel at ease, and it made her want to dance more for him and with his music. She took a step closer to him and was about to speak when a man barged in looking rushed. She jumped as if she'd been shot. He was a man with light skin and hair as black as void. He paused looking between the two and rubbed his five-o-clock shadow.<br/><br/>Sierra turned looking startled and unsure of who was there.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"M-Marcus?" </span>she asked with a slightly unsure waver in her voice.<br/><br/>The man answered,<span style="color: #0000FF">"Yes, it's me. Where on god's green earth have you been? Your father is here, and we've been running around like headless chickens looking for you." </span>He seemed frazzled and annoyed.<br/><br/>Sierra's face immediately dropped.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "Daddy's here?" </span>She asked to make sure.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"How long?"</span><br/><br/>Marcus answered.<span style="color: #0000FF">"About a half hour."</span>