Salsa... Is SPICY [Hono/Shouhei]

Hono looked at her partner as he began talking about his true feelings. Hono punched her partner on the arm. "Oh shut up! I have plenty of stamina!" she growled at his little sly tease. Next, their instructor walked up and began dancing with Shouhei. Hono chuckled a bit envious of the affection the teacher was showing.

Hono listened to her partner speaks about his experience. Seven Years was impressive. Hono looked at him and then her teacher. They were both so skilled at dancing. After about a minute he fell to his butt. Hono raised an eyebrow, she didn't hear what was whispered. "Oh come on Shouhei~" She teased. The class was soon dismissed. Hono walked over to Shouhei. She spoke a number to him. "That's my phone number, write it down so you don't forget! Lemme know if you ever wanna practice or something~" She teased. "But This is strictly professional," she told her laughing. "Anyway, I'll see yah. Partner~" she put emphasis on that last word as she grabbed her bag and exited the dance studio.

"Adios, Yoselyn!" Hono waved as she walked out of the door. Today was a good day, Salsa lessons might not have been as bad as she thought it would be. Her partner was really talented. Though she couldn't help there was something else to him. Maybe she would learn more as they danced more.


---Exit---

Shouhei definitely didn’t expect Hono to give him her phone number, especially after she had punched him in the arm moments ago.  Still confounded by the more than straightforward Yoselyn, Hono sought to floor him as well, or at the very least keep his cheeks reddened.  As Shouhei entered her number into his phone, he wondered how Hono would progress.

“...Yeah, hit me up for practice.  I’ll check out your play too, to see if you learned anything,” Shouhei playfully said as he waved Hono off.

“Adios, estrella!  Next time you come to practice give me your number,” Yoselyn teased, her hand making a mock gesture of a telephone to her ear.  Once again she was beside Shouhei and said alluringly, “You have a partner, guapo.  Would you like a third?  Come back again.”

“...Uhh, sure.  Thanks for the lesson,” Shouhei bowed to Yoselyn as he scurried off, away from the newest source of his nerves and frantic heart.  The literal and figuratively fiery Hono.  The well endowed instructor that clearly was flirting with him.

Salsa… is spicy.