You never expected music to become the thread connecting you and Elizabeth. It started one rainy afternoon at a quiet coffee shop when a song drifted through the speakers—an old tune you hadn’t heard since childhood. You froze mid-sip, memories of long drives with your family flooding back

Elizabeth, sitting at the table next to you, noticed

“You know this one?”she asked

“Yeah. My parents used to play it all the time. I haven’t heard it in years.”you said

“Funny… my sister and I used to dance around the living room to it.”she said

That sparked something. A simple song opened the door to a shared past of late-night radios, scratched CDs, and voices singing off-key in kitchens