Sierra wasn't quite so used to someone taking such charge. Taking liberty to take her hand without giving any warning of their approach was unusual with her. Usually people were tentative. If not downright cautious with her because they were afraid of frightening her or robbing her of her independence. This was different. She liked this. It felt....nice...to have someone else look after her for once instead of having to do it all herself.<br/><br/>She walked in silence her thoughts spinning in her head and circulating there like vultures circling a kill. What was this aura? Was this a one time thing? Would she ever see him again? Was he even REAL? He seemed too good to be true.<br/><br/>He broke the silence with a question and a statement. The statement fell on her ears in a weird way though. Decade? How old was this man? Or was he actually otherworldly? It seemed so out there, but with him, so natural. So believable.<br/><br/>She answered after a moments thought in her query.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"I learned to dance at the studio we're going to. Its called Thatchet's Treasures. My dance instructor is Marcus Thatchet, and my father owns his studio. I've been going there since I was a little girl."</span>She admitted to him.<br/><br/>His smile was infectious, and it wasn't long before her own showed.