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The night is winding down. Music plays. Lucy's seated at the edge of the dance floor, sipping champagne, watching couples sway. Tim, in a crisp suit with his tie loosened, approaches and casually asks, "Wanna dance?"
Lucy hesitates. It's not like him. Not in that way.
They start dancing - slow, uncertain. Close, but not too close. But then the silence fills with questions and quiet truths.