"So, what do you say? One final dance before we part ways?" The girl said to the other, grin widening on her face. She extended her arm, reaching out, offering her hand for the other to take.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I have to refuse," The other girl said, "As I do not recall who you are."
The girl's smile did not falter, her hand refusing to drop.
"Really? What a shame," She said. "Wouldn't it be such a poetic way of parting? The last steps of the ghost of the past?"