I wrapped my arms around my chest, my gaze sliding away from his. People could be extremely judgmental about tap's place in the dance pantheon. Weirdo might have been offended by my dancing to his song.
"I always thought tap dance was like-"
"Shirley Temple," I interjected dryly. "So, you've said." I crossed the room, cutting off his next song with a push of the button. "What are you doing here?"
I bent over to untie my shoe but he stopped me, stepping forward with one hand up.
"Don't. I mean, don't let me interrupt. I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving. I have to go back to L.A."
A rush of panicky adrenaline speared through me. I clacked over to him, my shoelace trailing on the floor. "You can't go."
"Why not? I haven't been back to my apartment in weeks and Mom wants to take me for pizza at Highland Park Bowl." Rohan pushed me back a couple of steps. "You're all pale. What, don't want to be without your main babysitter?"