The drinks arrive quickly and Gina really makes an effort to make a pleasant conversation, but with my encouragement and the desire that her little friend has to become mine, it is a titanic effort that in the end she decides to resign herself and suggest that we go to the dance floor, which I strongly oppose.
"Why not, Peter?," Gina insists for the umpteenth time, looking at me with sad doggy eyes. "You have to have fun! Don't you know how to dance? I can teach you if you want!"
"No, thanks, that would be even more pathetic." I stand firm in my position, earning an annoyed look from the brunette, who immediately offers himself to the annoying brat's requests.
"Come on, Gina, I'll take you dancing, or wherever you want," he takes her by the hand, dragging her onto the floor, although sh
