Golden Glade Timberland

A thousand things flickered quickly through the young male's mind. You have to eat a thousand stink bugs. You have to turn in twenty circles and then run between those two very-close-together-trees. You have to eat more snow than I can.

But then it came to him. The perfect test.

"You must defeat me," he declared, taking a single, challening step forward. And then, after pausing half a beat for dramatic effect: "In a dance-off."

He gazed coolly at the woman, pretending to be aloof an unconcerned while, on the inside, he was already dancing around, raring to go. He and Lotte had had a million dance-offs, and he was sure he could out-perform this non-dancey woman any old day. With his eyes closed. Backwards.