Dancing at work

We move the coffeetable to the side.
And stand before each other. Too close for comfort. I try not to look into her eyes but still listen to what she says.
She steps back and forth again. Then to the left and to the right.
After a few tries and a few laughs I grab her hand and and pull her close to me, as I look into her eyes. She lets go and says she needs music to do this.
I know her better than that.
She spends 10 minutes looking for the right song.
She comes back and grabs my hand and we start to dance.