"I'm not used to leading but I think we're making this work...ok-ready, and-spin!"
He twirls the owl gently, who seems to have had enough and flies back a little bit. Rowell laughs, out of breath and smiling
"Ok, ok-I get it, no more dancing..."
The owl hoots at him indignantly
He looked up and saw him. His eyes lit up a bit.
"Oh-hey!"
"What are you doing back here?"
"Ah-"
He blushes a little
He sat down next to him
