Dance Floor

Valerio stood holding both his and Amalia’s drinks in his hands while he watched his wife dance on the floor below.

“Your wife has no rhythm,” Bastian shook his head. “She has the voice of an angel, and she is gorgeous, but she dances like an octopus being hit with a high voltage wire.”

“He doesn’t seem to mind,” Valerio watched the man dancing with his wife on the dance floor and shook his head.