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The city's evening lights came on, transforming the streets into sparkling rivers. From the observation deck, Pugod gazed at this glow, feeling a little out of place.

Moddi approached him, his suit shimmering like the city below.

"This is an evening made for dancing," he said, smiling. His voice was quiet but confident.

Pugod shook his head in embarrassment: “I don’t know how.”

"I'm not asking for perfection. I'm asking just to be here," he replied softly, extending his hand.

He hesitated for a second, then accepted his invitation. They began to dance slowly, simply, to the distant music from the restaurant. Pugod's stiffness melted away in the rhythm of their steps.

The entire vast, glittering city became just a backdrop for their little dance. And that was enough.