I nodded once and snuck a peek at Nicolae Cuza. I was expecting a man in his forties at least, but Nicolae couldn't have been anywhere beyond thirty. He was not the type of man I typically found attractive, but there was something about the way his strong, dark features played off each other that made him handsome.
Nicolae kept his chocolate eyes on me as he spoke to Petru.
"What is your experience with children," Petru translated.
"During the summer I'm a camp counselor. The kids there are anywhere from six to thirteen."
I had never used a translator before. It was odd to still talk to Nicolae, but have someone else tell him what I was saying. What if Petru didn't translate properly?
"How long have you done ballet?"
I rocked on my heels a little. I had never been under such close scrutiny and it was uncomfortable. "Um, probably fifteen years all together."
I noticed the way Nicolae appeared surprised when I said fifteen. Something told me I had misjudged the situation. He knew more English than he let on which irritated me.
"Do you understand me?" I asked Nicolae directly.
"Miss Williams," Petru started.
A slow smile, barely visible, made an appearance on Nicolae's lips. He held his hand out to Petru to stop him from scolding me.
"Yes, I understand you, Miss Williams," he confirmed. His voice was thick and heavy, but the way words rolled off his tongue was absolutely mesmerizing. His accent made it difficult to understand him, but I felt like I heard everything.