A thick blue mist crept softly over the dying party as they serenely danced away their tomorrows.
"I love you, you know," he gently breathed into her ear.
A knowing laugh.
"But we just met," came the playful reply, "...not even two hours ago."
The music continued, keeping perfect time with their slow shuffle. The hypnotic flicker of a nearby fire whispered desires that blushed their cheek-to-cheek.
