"I quite like my shoes, mostly. D'you promise not to stomp on my toes?"

Which was a change, if a small one. Graduating from still being small enough to dance on the feet of others had come fairly recently. It had barely been two years since she was popped up on the tips of David's shoes to shuffle to the music.

That was then. This was now. And now came with a firm sort of smile to accompany the tug properly toward the dance floor.