I wrapped my arms around my chest, my gaze sliding away from his. People could be extremely judgmental about tap's place in the dance pantheon. Weirdo might have been offended by my dancing to his song.

"I always thought tap dance was like-"

"Shirley Temple," I interjected dryly. "So, you've said." I crossed the room, cutting off his next song with a push of the button. "What are you doing here?"

I bent over to untie my shoe but he stopped me, stepping forward ...