Beating hearts intertwined, encircling each other. Playing the tango at times, and others the sultry slow dance of blush and men’s cologne. He remembers seeing her from across the ballroom, and him, mustering up the courage to enter the brightest glow in the room and take her hand. The passion of the music played out on the most perfect canvas known to man. Their feet are in-sync, their bodies electric. He grabs the small of her waist, bringing her body close to his. Their eyes lock… the lights fade to black, and the music… stops.