“Dance with me.” She held out her hand once they stood in the middle of the garden, howling in laughter when he nearly gagged on that piece of bread he was trying to swallow. “Come on, oppa. We don’t have all day.”

“I can’t dance, remember?”

She waved off his excuse. “I’ll teach you.”

“You taught me many times before. I still can’t dance.”

“Then, I’ll teach you again and again and again.”

“Why would you do that?”

“If it meant that I get to dance with you over and over again, who am I to complain?”