Iliana’s eyes fluttered breathlessly under his scolding gaze and she even fell back a step on the plastic floor. Nora stood back, not at all as confused as I was, and then she crossed her arms and lifted her head. 

Should I say something?

“Iliana-“ 

“No,” the guy said standing next to me when I was about to repeat my question, “let her speak.”

We waited, stood still on a dance floor where people were bumping into us and I was stepping in something ...