[Oh no, she bumped into him, and he probably didn't even budge. The worst, such hardship, she'll faint dead away.]
Hmmm...
[She leans up on tiptoe so she can look him in the eye as if searching for something. What, even she doesn't know; it's not like it'll say I'm a bad person written on his eyeballs in tiny font.
Whatever she sees, she lowers herself back down, heels making a decisive click against the dancefloor.]
I just don't think a bad guy would tell me he's bad.
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Hmmm...
[She leans up on tiptoe so she can look him in the eye as if searching for something. What, even she doesn't know; it's not like it'll say I'm a bad person written on his eyeballs in tiny font.
Whatever she sees, she lowers herself back down, heels making a decisive click against the dancefloor.]
I just don't think a bad guy would tell me he's bad.