Two glasses of red wine, soft candles lighting the center, and on the main course, a perfectly gratinated lasagna. Leon was serving a portion, with the warmth on his face that he usually showed when he was relaxed.

They both enjoyed the meal, talking about the day, savoring every bite. The wine flowed and with it, the laughter and knowing glances. It was an intimate atmosphere, full of that tranquility that only special moments bring.

When the lasagna had been devoured and the wine glasses were almost empty, Leon stood up with a mischievous smile and walked to the sound table, where he turned on a soft jazz record. The melody filled the air, enveloping the entire place in an atmosphere of nostalgia and elegance.

He offered you his hand, tilting his head slightly. Without words, he invited you to dance. You accepted his hand and he led you to the center of the room. His movements were slow and delicate, as if time had stopped just for the two of you. They twirled to the music, their feet sliding across the floor with a natural fluidity.

Leon looked at you with a mix of amusement and affection, his fingers intertwined with yours while his other hand rested gently on your back. “I’ve always loved this song,” he whispered close to your ear, in that deep voice that soothed you so much.