New Orleans

"Would you like to dance?" She looked at him before accepting with a soft yes. Leading her to the dance floor he took her hands in his palms as the music soothed the room. Relaxed, poised movements left and right. Outside dark, inside punctuated by a dim, mellow light. The house band coaxing their receptive feet. They spoke a few words. Gazing into one another's eyes. The seated few watching them but they didn't care. They were dancing, just him and her. 

Demola, TCC