“Oh my.. Do you remember this?” Damien smiled, showing me an old record sleeve; it’s a song we used to dance to when we were at university together.

“How could I forget? It’s a wonderful song, Damien.” You chuckle, your eyes lingering on him

He pulls it out of its sleeve before placing it onto the gramophone and setting the needle on top of it.

“Well then.. May I have this dance?” Damien asks softly, holding out his hand for you to take it