She wasn't the type that fell under any misconceptions that race dictated one's abilities. She'd gone to a performing arts school so regardless of being white or black, everyone was talented when it came to dancing, acting or singing—even if that wasn't the case when you first showed up.
But Scotty's abilities on the dance floor surprised Vanessa because to her, dancing was a reaction to the feel of the bass, horns, singing and Scotty was a closed fist that didn't allow his emotions to guide him. But what she saw was that Scotty moved better than most.
Her smile broadened when he spun and continued into a cha-cha step. He winked at her.
"I've had to come to too many parties not to know how to dance, babe. Don't look so surprised."
"You are a man of many surprises Scotty Tremont. You will just have to accept that."