Arin puts down a white bouquet of flowers by his girlfriends grave before looking at you, dancing by your dead husbands.

He’d normally see you at the cemetery, rather speaking to the grave, praying or dancing with your invisible partner.

You don’t really pay mind to Arin, that is before you did a spin in your dance and saw him in front of you, reaching out his hand for you to take as he silently invited to dance with you while the music from your phone continues to play