“There's a girl checking on you all the time.”
“Really? Which one? … No, you're kidding!”
“I am not kidding. You should ask her for a dance.”
“I don't dare.”
“Oh, come on! Just start talking to her. You'll be fine. No woman has ever rejected.”
He didn't dare to start a conversation. But the girl kept checking so desperately that I decided to help. "Do you come here often?” – what an uninspiring start! Thanks God I don’t want to dance with her. My chances would be very low. “At what level do you dance?” – now we are getting somewhere! She asked a good question right in time – I was getting tired of talking to her. “Intermediate 2. We have lessons together.” – I pointed at my friend. They started talking. Two minutes later I moved away from them and another three minutes later they were dancing together. The girl was glowing with pleasure.
“She told me she was already 25!” – he laughed in the car on the way back.
I felt like a procuress. A good one, though.
Jan Gerritsz van Bronckhorst - The procuress