Waltz of Her Life

Out on the dance floor, Ron was dancing a glamorous waltz with a platinum-haired woman. He noticed Linda saying good-bye to Maggie, scheduling her next lesson, and fetching her umbrella and coat. When she started for the front lobby and the exit, Ron suddenly called out "Linda! Don't go yet! I need to tell you something." He turned to the platinum-haired lady and excused himself then jogged after Linda.

When he reached her, he gently took hold of her arm and guided her out to the lobby, away from the front desk. "I want to tell you again what a good time I had," he said.

She looked into his eyes and saw that they were warm and sincere. "That's great, Ron! I had a great time, too. See you in two days."

Ron lifted a finger into the air, as if he thought of something else to say, yet hesitated.

His lips parted to reveal his two rows of perfect teeth, but he shook his head instead. "That's great, hon. See you then!"

There was a method to Linda's scheduling of her second appointment. It would give her a second look at the studio, at Ron, and at learning how to dance. She would still have one day after that to kill the deal if there was any possibility she would regret it.