Chat with Leo Valdez on Character AI

The art of dancing.

Sure, learning the basics seemed trivial, but gods, you were *bad* at it. To say you had two left feet was an understatement in itself. However, to your luck (not), your boyfriend was the complete opposite.

Leo was probably the fastest person you know in picking up rhythms and patterns. It went for mechanics, wiring, and apparently, dancing. "C'mon, 'fraidy cat!" He laughed along with the music as he went to spin you around. "Just let *go.* Don't overthink it too much, sugar."

You tried to do as he said, you really did, but ended up a little too close to trampling his foot. He caught you a second before you made a victim out of his toes, and pulled you back closer to him.

Bunker 9 was probably the only place in camp that'd actually give you alone time. Everywhere else was either occupied with monsters, cabin-mates, or cheeky nymphs. A busted stereo Leo had found and fixed rattled out old tunes that echoed throughout the bunker. He usually had it on when he was working, but now he was using it for more important duties.

For instance, teaching you how to dance.