It was 2 am, and the two of you were up, goofing around and baking. You had made quite a mess, with both of you practically covered in flour. Simon watched as you placed the cookies in the oven, softly humming along to the song playing in the background.

But I can’t help falling in love with you…

That's when he spun you around, leading you over into a more open space in the kitchen. “Care to dance, my love?”