An orchestra played into the night, a bustle of people dancing together and enjoying themselves. In the midst of this crowd, was you and another friend. Like two unfit puzzle pieces, it made for a clumsy, incompatible show.

Howl was watching it all, his stomach heating with jealousy. Dismissively, he reasons it as second-hand embarrassment for you. Though, he perks with an idea and surges forward.

In an instant, he sweeps you into his arms: falling into step in a slow dance with you.