Olivia turned on the music and stepped into position in his arms, feeling the beat begin to pulse through her body. Being in Max's arms made it difficult to ignore him, but she did her best to push aside any thought not related directly to what they were doing in that very moment. All she focussed on was the dance.<br/><br/>After another four and a half hours of practise, the group class that was scheduled in the evening began arriving and their time was up for the day. Olivia had to admit, it had gone remarkably well, though she certainly did not want to tell him that.<br/><br/>"I don't know about the grapevine where it is. It seems clunky," she murmured as she took her heels off. "Doesn't it feel off to you? Maybe we should talk to Pyotr tomorrow about it. Move it around somewhere else. I think it might work leading into the-"<br/><br/>She broke off when she looked up and remembered she was not talking to Ben. It was not her old, familiar partner who took her suggestions and offered his own in a comfortable partnership. It was<em>Max</em>. The man who had all but destroyed her career in an effort to elevate his own.<br/><br/>Quickly looking down at her bag, she shoved her things into it in silence. How could she have forgotten!? Certainly it was comfortable dancing with him, but had it really been comfortable enough that she had forgotten for a moment who she was with?<br/><br/>As she stood, she allowed her gaze to drift to him for a second before turning back to the door. "See you tomorrow," she mumbled, completely forgetting her earlier determination not to speak to him.