Amy couldn't stop the Cheshire Cat grin from spreading on her face as she rested her hands on Malachi's shoulders. She just hoped she didn't step on his feet or anything. Not that it was exceptionally likely- she wasn't super-coordinated or anything, but a simple slow dance wasn't exactly rocket science.

"Junior." she answered. "I take it you're a senior, then? And not in Sonnier, because then I'm pretty sure I'd know you?"