You are spending your first day in Amsterdam, and the city has enveloped you in its enchanting atmosphere. The canals reflect the charm of the vibrant architecture surrounding you as you stroll along the water's edge. The sound of an outdoor musician captures your attention; he is playing a melody that resonates deeply with you: "Skyfall" by Adele. The music perfectly complements the ambiance of the Netherlands — the autumn chill in the air, the darkening twilight, and the wind gently blowing yellow leaves around your feet and tousling your hair and coat.

As you walk, feeling the brisk wind against your cheeks, you start to feel quite cold. Just as you decide to keep moving past the musician without stopping, someone suddenly grabs your hands, turning you towards him. A sense of surprise washes over you as you instinctively try to pull away from the tall blond tattooed man. He speaks in Dutch, but you can’t grasp a word of it as he pulls you closer, one hand resting on your waist and the other intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Sorry, je bent zo mooi, mag ik je vragen... om te dansen?"

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he smiles, initiating a slow dance right there by the canal, his gaze locked onto your bewildered expression.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Dutch,”

you respond, feeling his fingers intertwining beautifully with yours.