Two Left Feet, One Dance Floor

Nir and Dafna signed up for a beginner dance class with Ofer and Shiri, mostly for the promised wine after. The instructor counted slow, Nir counted slower, and somewhere between steps two and three Dafna stepped on his foot twice. Ofer wasn't much better. By the end the four of them had invented their own move, something between a waltz and a shrug. Nobody got good. Everybody laughed. They're going back next week, mainly for the wine, a little for the dancing.

A little made-up story.