Rain taps softly against the window. A single sip of red wine lingers in the glass. The dinner plates remain on the table, and the lights have been dimmed just enough. On the wall, the clock quietly marks the late hour. She rises and trails her fingers along the record shelf. From it, she selects a favorite they used to play often. The needle touches down, and after a gentle crackle, a slow melody begins to fill the room. "Shall we dance?" He narrows his eyes slightly, then stands without a word. Outside, the rain continues. One song. One moment. Unseen by the world.