She eventually caught sight of him, and he was grinning as Dante dipped her backwards when their eyes connected. He chuckled when she gasped, and he shook his head.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Rose. He’s cool. He told the dragon lady behind the desk to leave us alone and let us sing.” Eric spoke up. “We’re not bothering him. He said so.”
“Well, that’s very kind of him,” she nodded. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said with a smirk as Dante righted her. “Did your students get their list correct?”
“They did.”
“Hey mister, your accent is really cool,” one of the girl’s batted her eyelashes at him.
“What accent?” he teased her, “where I am from, you have the accent. Very American.”
“Where are you from?” the girl persisted, “it’s not France because I hear enough of it. It sounds Russian or Ukrainia
