"Is that a promise?" She teases lightly.

Of all the things she remembers, at least it was her name. That could have been quite embarrassing if she had forgotten it.

"Dahlia Hawthorne." She offers her hand to him. "It's a pleasure."

Because it was quite the pleasure in that moment. The warmth from the alcohol settles in her chest and spreads through her body, a welcoming presence when she seemed adrift. Whatever worries she had about her stay in this town were slipping away, and perhaps it was because of her present company.

Maybe dancing wouldn't be so bad after all.