Amanda Smith looked up at him, with a knowing smile, she laughed, "Of course I remember!"
Every dance move she had learned since childhood had been taught to her, hand in hand, by Evan Willow.
After every birthday dinner, Evan Willow would dance with her, be it the rumba, tango, or waltz. Those steps, whether flamboyant, passionate, or elegant, were all taught to her bit by bit by Evan.
Soft music began to play in the courtyard, a waltz. Amanda raised her head to look at Evan Willow. The man stepped back gracefully, bowed, and extended a hand, his face dreamy and beautiful in the shroud of night.
Amanda slowly reached out her hand toward the palm of the man, and when their fingertips touched, a familiar comfort enveloped them instantly.
As the music flowed, they moved in perfect sync, nearly becoming one. She twirled in his arms, and he extended his hand, catching her slender waist just right.
