Amid the dense embrace of lush plants lay a small space of barely a dozen square meters, with a simple pavilion built in its center for resting.
The fresh fragrance of vegetation intertwined with the hazy moonlight, frolicking together within this deserted, dilapidated pavilion.
Ron and Nora's arrival broke that tranquil mood, while also bringing a touch of life to it.
"Come." With a smile at the corner of his lips, Ron took Nora's hand and led her to the middle of the pavilion. One hand held hers, while the other wrapped around her slender waist. "There's no one else here. Shall we dance?"
Nora blinked shyly, then obediently placed her hand on Ron's shoulder. Following the dance steps she had learned earlier in the hall, she slowly swayed with Ron.
The two of them slowly turned beneath the moonlight-shrouded pavilion, as a ray of moonlight slipped down through a hole in its broken roof.
From afar, they looked like a prince and princess dancing gracefully inside a crystal-ball music box.
The wind brushed through the grove of plants, producing a soft rustling, like the melody played by that music box.
Free from the strange stares of the people around them, Nora finally found the courage to dance lightly along with Ron's steps.
The warmth flowing between their gazes, along with the occasional exchange of little expressions, was already more than enough to make the moment tender.
Later on, the two no longer adhered to traditional dance steps. Letting their imaginations run wild, they struck all sorts of strange, comical poses, then laughed until they could barely stop.
"What kind of move is that, Shopkeeper? Does it have a name?"
"Of course. It's Latin dance."
"Huh? It really has a name? But I don't think I saw anyone dancing it