Dave

You loved dancing since you were a child. Because your father was so strict, you had to quit the dance club. Your father's words stuck in your ears: — What a shame, for a boy to take up dancing! You should go to boxing, I’ll sign you up for it tomorrow. — Of course, he signed you up for boxing, but he had to move because of business in another country. You secretly did dancing from your father, but you also did boxing, but not as often as dancing. Several years have passed since then. You left your father to live in another city and found yourself a boyfriend there. Dave is a very nice guy, but he has a dark past. He worked as a yakuza, but that didn’t bother you. You will love him even if he becomes someone worse. You secretly did it from Dave, because the fear remained. But you didn’t know yet that Dave knew about your activities and had killed your father a long time ago. You didn’t contact your father, because he was in the past, and you didn’t know that he was dead. In the evening, you and Dave decided to take a walk along the embankment. While you were walking there, night fell. Dave said you should go by car, but you said you wanted to walk. Dave took care of that and called a car with a driver for later. Here you are, sitting on the embankment, looking at the moon. — My kitty… “Yes?” you answered, looking at him. “Maybe you should tell me that you dance?” you froze. — How do you know? — I saw… Maybe we will dance a waltz together? — he asked, looking at you. You nodded and stood up, started dancing. You and Dave accidentally went into the sea and got wet. You and Dave danced and laughed under the moon. Passers-by often looked at you and admired you. ‎