"I think I could use a drink," Ale sighed, plopping down on the couch. "Would you like a beer?"
Ale and Quinn had just spent their fourth day together, going back to the studio the past two days so Ale could teach a couple dance classes. They had just had dinner, which Ale had cooked, and they now had nothing to do.
It had been a long two days, the classes Ale taught being tough. She demonstrated for Evan a few times, and then did a lyrical workshop with some high schoolers. She also threw on her Pointe shoes for the first time in forever, helping show technique. She also helped Mr. Werth teach a beginning baby class, the three and four year olds being adorable but demanding.
Quinn thought he would get tired of watching dance classes for two days, but he hadn't. He loved watching Ale in her element, and she was an amazing teacher. Even when she wasn't in charge, she had a commanding presence.
Quinn also couldn't get over how beautiful she was…she was a beautiful dancer, a beautiful person, and she had a beautiful heart.
"I would not like a beer. No drinking on the job. But can I get you one?" Quinn asked, Ale shaking her head.
"I don't drink alone."
"Well then what should we do?" Quinn asked. Ale shrugged, her eyes starting to close. "How would you like to go dancing?" Quinn said, Ale's eyes snapping open.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course. I know a place," Quinn shrugged.
"So do I. Let's see if they match," Ale smiled. "I'm going to get changed. Give me twenty minutes."
"Take as long as you want. We are in no rush," Quinn laughed, Ale flying up the stairs.
Once she was in her room Ale called Sophie, not being able to contain her excitement.
"Ale, dear, is everything alright?" Sophie asked, hearing Ale panting on the other side of the phone.
"Yeah, I just ran up my stairs. Give me two seconds to catch my breath. How is the con?" Ale asked, taking in some deep breaths as Sophie told her how everything was going. It sounded a little boring to Ale, but she knew it was a simple job, just a slow one.
"And why are you calling?" Sophie asked, the smile evident in her voice.
"Quinn and I are going dancing!" Ale shrieked, her heart pumping wildly.
"And did he propose this or did you?"
"He did, surprisingly. I haven't gone dancing since…well I haven't gone in more than a year. I used to go all the time. Mama, Papa, Lio, and I would go to a little family place all of the time, but then once they died…well I only got out once and a while after that and no dates of mine really wanted to go dancing. I just…I know it's silly to be so excited but I just can't help it," Ale laughed, looking through her closet.
"You have every right to be excited. This is wonderful. What are you going to wear?" Sophie asked.
"Well I'm not 100% sure, but I have some ideas," Ale smiled.
Quinn changed into a nicer suit shirt and some better shoes, his jeans also a shade darker than he was wearing earlier. For some reason, he was extremely excited to go dancing with Ale. He had learned some basic ballroom for a job a while back and ever since he used dancing as a sort of release when the job got too stressful.
He heard Ale before he saw her, heels clacking on the wood floor. When Ale came down the stairs, Quinn's heart skipped a beat.
The dark red satin dress she wore dipped dangerously low in the front, a thick band of fabric cutting across her waist, only to have the skirt flow out in a perfect silky flare. The skirt was long enough to cover her, but was short enough to make Ale's legs look like they went on for miles. Ale's feet had slinky, strappy heels on, showing off her perfect dancer feet as they arced with the shoe.
Ale's hair was pulled up in a sloppy bun, small wisps of hair falling around her face. Ale had put on makeup, as well, her eyes looking brighter, the dark shadow around them making her look much older than she had earlier in the day as she taught the kids at the studio. Red lipstick coated her lips, making her smile seem that much brighter.
"Is this okay?" Ale asked, looking a little nervous as she entered the living room.
"It's perfect," Quinn nodded, clearing his throat. He slid on his blazer as Ale turned to fix her makeup in the mirror on the wall. Quinn noticed that Ale's dress was missing a back, the fabric only showing up again right before the curve of her…well, yeah.
"I thought that it might be too much. It was really one of the only dresses I had that were dressier than sundresses. I wore it for a ballroom competition once, but I was worried it would be too much for, you know, regular dancing, but I didn't want to make you wait any longer, and," Ale started rambling, turning back to Quinn.
He took her hand, giving it a kiss.
"You look beautiful. You have absolutely nothing to worry about," Quinn smiled, Ale blushing.
And just like that, Quinn officially fell for Alessandra Mosetti.