Disclaimer: The main characters don't belong to me, but the rest does.

Dear Diary,

Honestly, I know I swore to myself I would leave it until I graduated, but I don't think I can be held responsible if one of these days I finally cave in and kiss the man. The logistics of it have successfully put me off so far — it's hard to spontaneously kiss someone who wears a rather complicated, full-face mask — but still…

I was very happy earlier because I'd finally sent off my audition tapes to the different colleges, and it was such a relief. Erik was with me when I pressed the send button in each case, and insisted we celebrate afterwards.

Dad wasn't there so it was just the two of us. Erik had brought along some "kids' champagne" (sparkling apple juice) he'd apparently ordered from France, which was very nice — the cork popped just like with real champagne, and hit the ceiling! We had it with the chocolate brownies he'd also brought.

He then suggested we start our "dancing apprenticeship."

"What, now?"

"Yes. Why not?"

"All right then…" I was suddenly feeling rather shy.

"I thought we might as well start with the foxtrot, since it is a classic, and apparently relatively simple."

I found us a tutorial on YouTube, and we sat down to watch it. The basic steps really didn't seem too hard, so we decided to try to give it a go, and then, if we were doing an okay job, to add some music. Erik cleared some extra space in the living room by pushing the coffee table to one side.

"Now, let's see — the ballroom hold…"

He tentatively reached from my right hand with his left, and I gave it to him. I then placed my other hand on his shoulder, and he put his right hand on my back, a little above my waist. His hands were so big I felt a little like a baby bird being cradled by some large animal, despite being quite tall myself.

We decided to try "walking" first, and finding it easy (and a little weird without the music) we then went on to the box step. He was holding me quite close, his hands were warm, and when he spoke, his deep voice was right next to my ear, so I was already beginning to become a little flustered.

Then we decided to add some music. We googled "foxtrot music" and a bunch of things came up. Erik scrolled through them, and before I had a chance to say anything, he clicked on one called "I Will Wait For You," sung by a Connie Francis.

"This one is quite nice. It's originally from Les Parapluies de Cherbourg. Have you seen it?"

I said I hadn't.

He pressed 'play,' took hold of me, and then we began to dance.

I was simultaneously surprised, pleased, and rather embarrassed he'd chosen such a romantic tune for us to dance to. The only thing missing to make it a perfect scene from a rom-com was the candlelight.

Whereas we'd been speaking before, this time we were both completely silent, with only that voice singing:

"If it takes forever I will wait for you

For a thousand summers I will wait for you"

By the time the song was over, I was already in advanced state of melting, and so was Erik, by the look in his eyes.

Annoyingly, that's when Dad decided to come home, so we decided to resume our dancing practice some other time, and Erik left in a hurry.

Now, I'm left listening to that song on repeat. It really is rather catchy...