"So, Donna, do you dance the tango?" the well-dressed colonel asked after some small talk.
"Um... I wanted to learn, but... Mike didn't want to," the pretty girl answered with a smile.
"Mike? The person you're waiting for?" the colonel asked, raising his eyebrows.
The girl shrugged, accepting the colonel's assumption, and then explained, "Mike thinks tango is crazy."
"Ha, I think Mike is crazy," the colonel, although his eyes lacked sheen, clearly expressed his disagreement with a look.
"Don't mind him," Charlie quickly interjected, "Um... did I say that already?"
The girl burst into giggles at Charlie's slightly awkward moment, prompting the colonel to exclaim, "What a beautiful laugh."
Then he turned to the girl and asked, "Would you like to learn the tango, Donna?"
Donna was clearly surprised, "Now?"
"Free service, how about that?" the blind colonel said confidently.
"I'm a bit scared," Donna didn't know how to refuse politely, "scared of taking the wrong steps."