But after a few minutes of slow torture, I tell myself that I've put up with too much. f**k with this! f**k all the peeping toms!
I walk up to Gina and grab her arm, causing her to look at me quizzically. I motion for her to sit next to me and, despite her displeasure, she agrees to do so, looking at me intently with those eyes that are beginning to enchant me.
"I can ask for it to be put back anyway," she smiles broadly, resting her face in her hands. "So, what do you think of the place?"
"Quite picturesque, though I warn you I'm not going anywhere near the dance floor," I frown bitterly, and she clicks her tongue in displeasure. "I'm not going to make a fool of myself, Gina".
"I told you I can teach you," she rolls her eyes, smiling again. "Just like I can teach you Spanish".
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