DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

As Ariadne walked into the warehouse that morning, she felt a large amount of calm about her. Calm and satisfaction. Cobb had apologised to her repeatedly for his shameful behaviour, explaining how he gets a little over exited when he's had to much to drink.

Ariadne pushed open the warehouse door and hovered slightly in one place. Well, that was one sight she didn't expect to see.

"Yusuf? What are you doing?"

Yusuf quickly froze and looked at the floor. "…Nothing."

Ariadne smiled. "You were dancing!"

"No I wasn't."

She shrugged. "Well, be thankful it's me that caught you and not Eames or Arthur."

She placed her bag on the back of her chair and started pulling out various sketches and drawings. Yusuf coughed quietly.

"Ariadne?"

"Hmm?"

There was a pregnant pause. "…Can I ask you for a favour?"

Ariadne turned on her heel slowly, a feeling deep inside her arose that it would not be something that she would like. "…Yes?"

Yusuf shifted on his feet slightly, and Ariadne felt more awkward than a triangle at a square party.

"Well…" he sighed. "It's my daughter's wedding next month, and she wanted me to dance with her." He said the word dance like it was a complex tongue twister. "Only…the thing is…I don't know how. I was kind of wondering…"

"You want me to help you?" Ariadne said, seeing that he was having trouble.

Yusuf nodded. "If that's not too much trouble."

"Yusuf, I would love to help you," she smiled. "But I'm afraid I'm not the best dancer."

"Nor am I," he smiled. "We can teach each other."

Ariadne smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Ok, Yusuf. Of course I'll help you."

Eames, she enjoyed dancing with, Cobb she didn't. Dancing with Yusuf, she kind of loved. She laughed when he got nervous at the beginning. She placed her tiny hands in his large ones and allowed him to take lead, something that Yusuf never did. He was always on the sidelines, never getting credit for the things he did. If she could give him the occasional favour, then she would.

She smiled at she saw his stressed face. "You're too tense. Try and relax."

Yusuf exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry, I told you I'm no good."

Ariadne smiled. "It's alright. Like you said, we're teaching each other here."

There was a blank moment of comfortable silence. Ariadne always felt comfortable with Yusuf. He was kind and honest, something you rarely find in this business.

"Congratulations on your daughter, by the way."

"Thank you," he beamed. His sense of pride was obvious, and Ariadne admired it.

"I didn't even know you had a daughter," she shrugged.

He nodded. "Hmm. And a son."

"Really?"

A deep chuckled escaped his throat. "You'd be surprised about what things you don't know about the team. In this profession, almost everything personal is kept under wraps."

She couldn't help but catch the small smile on Yusuf's face. "So, Ariadne. What's happening between you and the Point Man?"

She blinked. "…What?"

"Don't try and play me. I may not be a Forger, but I can sense things," he said, tapping his head with his finger.

Ariadne felt a tinge of heat going up her cheeks. "I don't know what you mean."

"You're telling me you don't notice the looks he gives you? How he glares at Eames if he's more than 30cm close to you?"

Oh, what she wouldn't do to run away and hide right now. "I…I don't really notice…"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well…everyone else does."

After a very…seemily long silence, Ariadne cleared her throat. "You're doing much better. See? Just try to relax about it. You'll be fine."

"Thank you Ariadne. "

"No problem."

Yusuf smiled. "Well…I should get back to work."

Ariadne nodded and waited until he disappeared into the next room BEFORE SHE SAT DOWN. After a brief moment of peace, she realised how much work she needed to do. She grabbed a pencil and started sketching new dream layouts.

"That was nice of you."

She jumped and dropped her pencil, spinning around in her chair. She swallowed when she saw the same dark eyed Point Man that she was hoping that wouldn't be there.

She cleared her throat out of embarrassment. "Well…I didn't know you were here."

He stepped forward. "I wasn't I was lucky enough just to catch the end of the show." Wow, she really did have a love hate relationship with that smirk.

"…I have the new dream layouts," she said, holding up a piece of paper.

He nodded. "That's good. Cobb will be impressed."