A/N: I don't own Degrassi. I've actually stopped watching the show, but I still have a soft spot for Eclare. This story is just an idea that has been inside my head and I decided to go with it.
But this is a short chapter! I think all of them are going to be short, but there's at least 5 chapters.

"May I have this dance?" he smirked behind his mask and offered his hand.

She dismissed herself from her friends and adjust her own mask. Neither of them really paid attention to the reason why this Masquerade Ball was being held, although it had something to do with NYU and Columbia strengthening their ties.

They found a spot on the dance floor, among the flurry of dresses and suits. The music was at an appropriate level that they didn't have to shout in order to talk.

"Is it your first year in Columbia?" he asked.

"Yeah," she responded, "I didn't want to attend this event but my roommates convinced me."

He laughed, "Same here. Dances aren't really my thing but I promised my friend I'd be his wingman."

"And how is that going?" she asked.

He motioned his head to the right and they both turned to see two guys standing close to each other, flirting as if no one was watching.

"Nicely done," she complimented him.

"Just doing my civic duty," he joked.

They danced in silence for a while. He would sometimes look at her but she never made eye contact. She found herself getting shy in his presence.

"Are you from New York?" he spoke again.

She briefly looked at him, "Canada. I've only been to New York once before moving here."

"Have you had a chance to explore the city?" he continued.

"Unfortunately, no," she said, "I briefly explored during my last visit, though. That was nice."

They made eye contact and smiled.

"Well you definitely need to explore before the semester gets too busy," he then offered, "And if you ever find yourself in the NYU area, you've got a friend there."

She replied, "I'm assuming you're not a first year student."

He smirked, "What makes you think that?"

"There's a certain confidence to you," she thought it over before continuing, "Not a cocky confidence, but a comfortable confidence."

He smiled at her answer and spun her around in beat with the music. She seemed to enjoy that movement and positioned herself closer to him.

"Can I keep you for the next song?" he said boldly.

She nodded, "I don't think anyone else will ask me to dance."

"They're missing out," he responded, "You're a good dancer."

"I have a good partner," she replied back.

He laughed, "I might ask you for a third dance."

She looked at him, "I'd be ok with that."

He gave her another spin as the music died down and started to transition to a new piece. They didn't talk during this song, but continued to observe each other while the other wasn't looking.

They danced a total of five times before one of her friends tapped her shoulder, telling them that they were leaving. She didn't want to travel alone and agreed to go with them. They had gotten comfortable with their proximity, with the side of her head resting on his cheek.

She moved her head to look at him. He tilted his head to get a better look at her. Their faces were dangerously close for strangers.

"I should go," she whispered, while closing her eyes.

He let the words process in his mind and then pulled away first, but held her hand, "Are you going to attend another one of these events?"

She paused, "Maybe."

A/N: Please let me know what you think? Thanks!