Paola would have never expected to be hoofing it with a cute boy in the library, but here she was. The boy (who was one of the older J twins in her classes who she still couldn't tell apart) was doing his best to keep up, but he wasn't quite as light on his feet as Paola was. Still, he was no wet blanket, and Paola was having a grand old time.
"Oh, I don't know how to dance," she answered, with an airy wave of her hand, his question about where she'd learned. Beneath her, her feet didn't miss a beat as she kept tapping. "I don't even know if Tunisia has dance schools. Probably for Tunisian dances, the real ones, not whatever watered down version we got in school that one time. Whee!" She spun around just as her twin asked about the hat.
"Oh, my hat? Do you like it? I found it on the chair there. It doesn't seem to be anyone's, and I think I was taking it to Lost and Found?" Paola's eyes widened for a moment as a thought tried to break through to the surface of her brain, but her feet didn't slow and then whatever she'd been trying to think was gone. "Isn't it swell?"