Steve straightened a little, blushing at the flirtatious tone of her voice. But he reminded himself that half of their conversation so far had seemed flirtatious, to him at least. He didn't want to read too much into anything.

Flirting with him was all well and good, but if there was going to be any purpose behind it, Marie was going to need to be a lot less subtle. Steve still didn't think of himself as someone that any woman would seriously consider having a relationship with, and he wasn't the kinda guy to have casual dalliances. He certainly wouldn't consider having anything casual with a sweet, classy gal like her.

Steve smiled and nodded as she began to head toward the older gentleman who was indeed smiling and beckoning to her. "I'll still be here," he promised.

After Marie had turned away to speak with Mr. Spalding, taking his hand and beginning to dance, Steve let his shoulders slump. While he knew nowadays 'dancing' wasn't the pseudo-euphemism it had been in his time, this was the first time he'd felt like dancing since he'd woken up... He wanted to dance with Marie, but he still didn't know how, and he didn't want to make a complete fool out of himself in front of her. And even if she somehow miraculously didn't mind him stepping on her feet every five seconds, he didn't feel like having an elderly audience for it, either.

Straightening up various items on the table, finding busy-work while he wasn't needed for anything else, Steve occasionally glanced up toward the dance floor, unerringly finding Marie and Mr. Spalding every time. Maybe... Maybe they could dance when they met up on his birthday. That would be alright.

Unconsciously, Steve started humming as he straightened napkins. "I know why I waited, know why I've been blue. I've been waiting each day, for someone exactly like you..."


[the song playing that Steve's singing to. My Google history looks ridiculous searching all this oldies stuff, lol.]