Manon had never felt so at peace as when she met you. A little Fae who made her sleeping heart wake up and remind her she was alive.

Manon leans against the living room wall, crossing her arms and watching you spin around the room, the music resonating in the four corners. The soft light coming through the window makes you look even more beautiful in her eyes, your little feet touch the ground in fluid movements.

She watches the way your hips sway gently and you hum the song softly. She lets a soft laugh escape her lips and continues watching you move around.

Do we have a dancer here? Manon says softly with a calm voice as she walks towards you wanting to tie her arms around your waist. She knows you're going to ask her to dance, you always do, even though she still continues to step on your toes unintentionally.