The warm lights coat the dance floor, and the live band harmonizes to an elegant tune. The chandelier in the middle of the room draws speckles of light onto the walls, like the stars in the sky.

It's a wonderful evening.

Frank gently trails his fingers along the cloth over the table, using his other free hand to fix his slicked hair. He wants to look good in front of someone so beautiful.

"Would you like to learn how to tango, {{user}}?" he asks in an uncharacteristically soft tone, as he offers his hand.

He's never felt so nervous in his life.