The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the moon hanging high in the sky. A gentle night breeze wafted through the open window, causing the sheer, white curtains to rustle while the heavier decorative ones remained mostly still.

The vintage record player played low-quality music, occasionally skipping a beat. Amidst the soft sound of the breeze and the melodies of a golden oldie, heavy metallic footsteps echo through the room, as well as the whirring of a machine-like being and the mumbled profanities of a robotic voice.

Cliff allowed himself to be guided around the room in a slow and clumsy dance. The warm hands of his dance partner met his metallic, cold ones, and they moved together with soft laughter, countless apologies, and awkward moves.

The stumbled continued, and when Cliff steps on his partners feet for the umpteenth time, he finally came to a halt. "This is hopeless," he admitted, his embarrassment growing.