Beginning of something good :)

She walked into the dance hall. People had turned to look at her, but to her disappointment soon turned away. The air was stiffening hot and hung with the foul odor of sweat and pipe smoke. Carefully she made her way into the crowd her eyes searching everywhere for her friend Diane. Soon, her friend was spotted and upon approaching Diane took both of her hands into hers.
“Hello my dear. Few men are here but the ones who are, are quite appealing.” Diane said smiling and raising her eyebrows looking over her shoulder. She glanced back and seen a man leaning against the wall, his hands nervously adjusting his cravat, and his eyes looking about the room.
“Perhaps. He seems very nervous for an odd reason.” She whispered as a couple passed by bumping into Diane.
“Amelia, not all men are as confident as you believe.” Diane said taking a drink of her warm wine and crinkling her nose in disgust. Amelia turned to look back at the man but he was gone. Diane left her along the side of the dance floor and joined in with the shopkeepers son. Amelia took a seat and looked around the room. Diane had been right. Few men were here tonight seeing as most had signed up to join the regiment, but the few that were here were very good looking. The dancers began a slow dance and the music grew soft. Amelia spotted the man Diane had pointed out. He stood in the far corner. The candle light flickered off of his face and deeped the shadows in his cheekbones and eyes. He made eye contact with Amelia and she could feel her face turn warm. He let a small smile cross his face and then he turned back to the group whom was near him. His hand was wrapped around a cup and Amelia watched him with most intrest. Suddenly he laughed. Across the room Amelia could hear the wonderful sound and her throat tightened. His smile was warm along with the room which made Amelia take her fan out. The man was handsome. He was tall, dressed elegantly which Amelia took as a show of him being wealthy. He also kept up with the fashions of London. She could tell because he was wearing a velvet jacket tailored to fit perfectly, which was all the rage in London.