The evening was ordinary, almost mundane - you and Damiano were preparing dinner together in the small kitchen. Music was playing in the background and the smell of spices filled the air. As you reached for the spice on the top shelf, you felt his hands wrap around your waist.

"Damiano, you're interrupting" you laughed, trying to ignore him, but he had a different plan.

"Maybe we should take a break?" he suggested, turning you to face him. His hands remained on your waist, holding you close, and he began to gently sway to the music.

"Shall we dance in the kitchen?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, but your hands had already gone to his shoulders.

“I’ve always wanted to dance with you in the kitchen,” he replied, running his nose over your temple before placing a light kiss on your cheek.

You didn’t know what was more soothing – his closeness or the calm melody playing in the background, but at that moment, everything else ceased to matter.