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

I'm watching it all, my stomach heating with jealousy. Dismissively, I reason it as second-hand embarrassment for you. Though, I perk with an idea and surge forward.

In an instant, I sweep you into my arms: falling into step in a slow dance with you.