<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was still in the defensive, but she had stopped crying. At least that had been a little bit of progress. She was feeling just as scared, but at least a little less miserable. Still, Emma would never have asked Len to make it up to her. She had never asked anyone to make anything up to her in her life, why would she now? <span style="font-style: italic">You probably had it coming</span>, the voice reminded her. Emma tried to ignore it and turned her attention to Len.<br/><br/>As he spoke, she opened the journal and took a look at the pens. Good, she had gotten it right. It did make sense that she would write and he would look it over and figure out what he could do. "All right, I will. I promise", she agreed, maybe for the first time in her life agreeing on doing something simply because she wanted to, and it would be good for <span style="text-decoration: underline">her</span>, not someone else.<br/><br/>She was still looking at the journal, and had just written her name on the first page, when those words sounded. He wanted her to... dance with him. Emma looked up from the journal, to make sure he was being serious. As it seemed he was, she considered his request for a moment or two. "I... I guess so...", she started, clearly hesitating. "I have never really danced with anyone, will you show me how?", Emma asked, her eyes still locked with Len's to make sure he was being sincere.</div>