Evening, August, the hot weather was interrupted by a light wind from the south, which wrapped around the neck of a brunette actor entering the bar.

The man sat down at one of the tables in the corner, and surprisingly there was a small glowing dance floor right in front of the counter, which could not but attract the attention of an ambitious man. Joe leaned back comfortably in his small dark armchair, sipping his water he had and watching what was happening.

Here, to his surprise, the lights were dimmed a little, and the floor itself lit up more, and the music sounded louder.

The tango started playing. "La Cumparsita" was playing from the speakers and the heels, of a figure in a long dress with a low neckline and the light from below illuminated, were clicking and moving in a rhythmic step legs.

Joseph put down his electronic cigarette, smiling and crossing his legs. He had never seen anything like it before. Surreptitiously filming the dancing figure, he put down the phone, continuing to observe and admire the graceful movements of the dancer.