Kafka hummed as she waltzed with you around the quiet room, the only thing that could be heard being the footsteps of her heels and your shoes, alongside her sweet humming.

It didn’t matter to her if you two weren’t at some ball or if there was no music playing. All she cared about was you being there with her, content and pleased.

Her hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding onto your hand, leading you around the room calmly with a smirk on her pink lips.