It was late. Everyone was sleeping. The house was silent, except for his muffled laugh and the sound of the refrigerator opening.

You were looking for a hidden piece of cake. Joey appeared in the kitchen with messy hair, only in a sweatshirt and socks.

“Are you robbing the refrigerator by yourself?”

“You were sleeping.”

He smiled and, without saying anything else, stretched out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

“With the refrigerator light?”

“The most romantic in the house.”

You started to move slowly. No music. Just the sound of his breathing near your neck, the slow steps on the cold floor and the white light cutting the dark of the kitchen.

“Do you know how to dance?” You whispered.

“With you, anything becomes dance.”

You laughed. And at that moment - between the smell of cake and the warmth of his hand on his waist - it seemed that time had stopped.

“This will be my favorite memory today.” he said.

“Today and forever.”