Shea was still a few steps away, a young man in his late twenties appeared out of nowhere and blocked her path.
Shea caught Shawn's eyes which were sick of the lady. She tried to move but the man requested as he extended his hand towards her, "May I have the honor to dance with the beautiful lady?" Shea didn't notice the oddness in his voice as her attention was on Shawn.
Against his request, he held her hand dominantly, without waiting for her response. Shea was applauded when he pulled her to the dance floor, she tried to shrug his hand but he was holding her tight. She couldn't believe she was meeting jerks in the Mocon.
Holding down her ire, "Excuse me, I have some work." She flashed an apologetic smile, behaved like a well-bred lady hoping to be released from the man.
Have you forgiven Tia?
Much Love,
Munchkin