“Dance with me?” He stands up suddenly, pulling me to my feet with him. There are warm café lights hanging all around us, and the only sounds are the few cars passing on the road. “But there’s no music,” I tell him, a little thrown off-kilter from the change in topics. He pulls out his phone, swiping through his apps until he finds a song and presses play. Setting the phone on the bench, he takes me in his arms, and we begin to sway. “Conversations in the Dark” by John Legend is trickling through the phone. Ale is spinning me around, and as he pulls me close to his chest, it starts to snow.
