Did the man ever raise his eyes to look directly at anyone during rehearsal? Imani wondered.
As she inwardly grumbled about Hui’s aloofness, he glanced up. Imani’s breath caught in her throat. Make the connection. Come on. She willed herself to smile, hoping against hope that it was actually a grin she’d formed and not something that made her look much too desperate, or God forbid, just plain frightening. Her trembling smile gained an ever widening grin from him. It was glorious and bright and so infectious that Imani’s lips divided invitingly.
As she moved forward her shoulder bumped against the girl next to her.
“Oh, sorry,” Imani stammered.