She squinted at him for a moment before moving past him to enter his room, going over to his gramophone.
She slid through the vinyls before setting one down gently, starting it. Soft music started playing and she came over to him, taking his hand and placing it in her hip.
“We’re slow dancing,” she said matter-of-factly, putting his other hand on her hip and draping her arms over his shoulder, moving closer to him. “To make it even.”
She was quiet for a moment before resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t be mad, please,” she said, her voice softer this time.
