"I'm not old..."

"Hey what?" She asks straightening up and turning. You look into her eyes, a weird feeling coming over you. You have the feeling that this girls has fun.

"I...well...I'm not old."

"I didn't say you were...using the word grand that way adds a year or two. Hey...Wanna dance?" She asks suddenly.

The sudden change in subject throws you for a quick loop, "Dance? To what?"

"Uhhh...usually people dance to music silly." She says, lightly poking your side. "Oooo...do you work out?"

"A little...and when I asked to what I meant there's no music."

"I think we could make our own music, but if your imagination is not that good, that's what the jukebox is for."

"I don't know...I mean I'm with people..." You look at your co workers. And notice their smiles.

"I said to have fun, dancing sounds fun...go." Your boss states.