Vivian
With a backpack over my shoulder, I headed into the studio that Justin had texted to me. I still had no idea what he had planned. There in the first room, he was on the floor stretching out in grey workout pants and a T-shirt… and looking yummy. I slipped off my heels and walked up to him. “Hey.”
He smiled up at me. “Hey, yourself.”
“Are we working out, stretching, dancing…?”
Justin reached and touched his toes. Impressive. “Go change, there’s a locker room across the hall.”
After changing into yoga pants and a tank top, I went back into the studio and set my backpack in the corner near his things. I could feel Justin staring as I walked up next to him, but the moment my eyes met him, he turned away.
“Admiring the view?” I teased.
The corners of his mouth rose. “We may be friends, but I’m still a man who finds you very attractive.”
A rush of heat came over me. “You’re forgiven for ogling then.”
He laughed.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked.
He got up and headed to a flat-screen TV that hung on the wall. There was a DVD player on the shelf below, and he picked up a remote. “We’re going to learn this dance.”
The moment it started, there on the screen were Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I recognized the “Night and Day”dance scene fromThe Gay Divorcee.
My eyes widened as I watched their moves. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all.”
I held my hand up at the screen. “That’s Fred and Ginger, one of the best dancing couples of their generation.Professionals.”
Justin didn’t seem the least bit bothered. “I know.”
“I haven’t taken dance since I was twelve.”
“Well, you’re ahead of me because I’ve never taken any dance lessons.”
I burst out laughing. “You really think we can pull offthatin two weeks and three days?”
Justin was on the floor, leaning back on his palms. “We’ll never know unless we try.”
I sat down next to him and started to stretch. Thankfully, I did yoga and was flexible enough to possibly give this a go. “And how, may I ask, does this relate to relationship coaching?”
His left eyebrow shot up. “You must not question your sensei.”
“Okay, Daniel-san.”
“I’d be Mr. Miyagi, and you would be Daniel-san.”
“Not when it comes to dating. Which reminds me, have you secured a date?”
“Yes, I have. Friday night at Sorellina.”
I mocked an expression of being overly impressed. “Italian candlelit dinner? How cliché.”
“What can I say? She likes the romantic in me.”
A twinge of jealousy nudged at my gut. “Does your date have a name?”
