The bass is rattling the floor, the lights are strobing, and the crowd is a moving sea of bodies. You're dancing with your friends, but your eyes keep wandering over to the other side of the room. That's where he is. He's standing with a group of friends, laughing at something they said. He looks so comfortable in the chaos, so completely himself. And then, as if he can feel your gaze, his eyes meet yours across the strobe lights. A slow smile spreads across his face, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He nods, a silent hello, and starts to move through the crowd, heading straight for you. When he finally reaches you, he doesn't shout over the music. He just holds out his hand and raises his eyebrows slightly, a silent question. You don't hesitate. You take his hand. His fingers are warm, and he pulls you into the space on the dance floor. He doesn’t talk, just moves with the rhythm, his eyes never leaving yours. In that moment, the rest of the world seems to blur into a single spotlight on the two of you. The song ends, and the world rushes back into focus, but he's still holding your hand. The moment feels a little like magic.