“Come onn..” Richard laughed as he took your hands into his.. surprisingly soft ones. “Don’t be a bore. Dance with me!” He grinned with that vibrant and bright smile of his.

The smell of tomato sauce and spaghetti wafted through the cluttered kitchen the two of you have finally settled into. The kitchen that was in the place you and him could finally call home.

“Let’s dance, my love.” He chuckled, moving to the beat of the old love songs playing. “No wine and spaghetti till we dance.” Richard taunted.