Completely ignoring Max's greeting, Olivia focussed on remembering the moves Pyotr was showing them, determined to get them all right the first time so Max could see that he was not the best dancer in the room. Once again, it was hard to ignore how perfectly she seemed to fit into his arms and how solid his frame was. With her heels, she was just at the perfect height that they seemed to match up like two pieces of the puzzle. It was<em>infuriating</em>.<br/><br/>The music started and Olivia began to move, pushing forward and forgetting that letting him lead would still prove her point when he got the steps wrong. It was all she could think about to prove herself. The desperation was so strong that for a split second, all rational thought went out of her mind and the pettiest, most immature thought took over, controlling her moves just in that moment.<br/><br/>As they stepped into a particularly difficult turn, bodies pressed together to keep it tight and neat, Olivia let her foot slip just a hair out of position. It was enough to tangle in his and send them to the ground. What she had not counted on was being the first to hit the floor.<br/><br/>"YOU IDIOT!" she screeched from the floor. "You can't even do a simple chainé!" Her eyes were blazing with anger, though most of it was directed at herself. It had been a pathetic, stupid thing to do, and she had known it a split second after she had already set it in motion. And now, she was the one who looked like a fool.<br/><br/>How could he have her stooping so low and acting so foolish in a futile effort to prove him wrong or 'get back at him' somehow? It made no sense. She had never felt this way around anyone else. Certainly, she had felt the need to prove herself in front of people, but never before had she lost control of her own common sense. Tears of frustration and humiliation were threatening to spill down her red cheeks and she looked away quickly, hoping he would not see that weakness and make fun of her for it.