francis dancing

"Walk me to get coffee," I said to Francis, one of the developers on my team. "Okay," he said. We walked down, talking about programming languages. While we waited for the barista, I noticed Francis was swaying. His eyes were glazing off into space, his white t-shirt hanging limp, and his feet moving in an absent-minded slow crossover.

"Are you dancing?" I asked. He goes dancing & kung fu 5 times a week. "Yes," he said, still staring at the ceiling, moving dreamily through the steps.