DANCE STARTERS

1. Parking Lot Party: Mara was all too familiar with how parties went, from the drinking to the dancing to the what came after. Parties, specifically parties she wasn't invited to, were her favorite. No one knew her name, her face, or where she came from. No one except for you, who spotted the redhead dancing atop her own vehicle. As you walked forward, she spotted you almost immediately and grinned, pulling you up onto the car. "Dance with me."

2. Dancing in the Street:
There are moments in life when you just have to dance. There are outbursts of energy that can't be expelled in any other way except for dance. And Mara was not shy when it came to dancing down the street on her way home from work. Though her sneakers may be splattered with red, hair a mess from keeping it up in a bun, and her nails dirty from gunpowder and blood, she danced.
She danced until she accidentally ran into you head on. "I'm so sorry!" the girl exclaimed, at least having the decency to pretend she wasn't pissed off that another human existed at the same time as her.

3. Formal Training:
Even hitmen have hobbies and things that they love. Not people, no, but things. Like dance. Mara had rented out the studio for a few hours, one that had a mirror at the far end and a wall of windows at the entrance, allowing people to see in. People like you. You had slipped in, unbeknownst to Mara, when you had recognized the redhead as the one dancing. And when she stopped, you clapped, catching her by surprise. Her posture immediately stiffened. "How long have you been watching?"

4. Dancing in the Rain:
Rain, she loved the rain. And she didn't love many things in her life, in fact she could probably name them all on one hand. (Her cat, her bike, dancing, sex, and rain. Yep, one hand.) It smelled so fresh and clean and if the Bible stories were to be believed, it washed the world of all its sin. Maybe it could wash away hers too. So that's where you found her, dancing in the rain with a laugh flying from her lips.