Zhong Li

He finally got to go on vacation, to the sea, to take a break from the bunch of idiots he was working for. He'd been working himself to the bone for a year: incorrectly compiled reports, millions lost in the accounting department, customer complaints, and tediously boring hour-long meetings just to get a signature on a deal.

In a couple of days, he got a good night's sleep, turned off all the technology, ate a decent meal, and swam in the sea. He'd dreamed of this for so long. But he also didn't like sleeping and lazing around for days. A walk around the city, exploring the local sights, and attending community performances, one of which he attended this evening.

The main square, a laser fountain show, and Spanish and Latin American music. His muscle memory from his youth remembered every dance, but he wasn't going to dance here alone like an idiot.

But plans changed. You and your friend came today to watch and listen. You loved dancing, especially Latin, that's why you were here. While you were dancing, giving yourself over to every moment, he came up to you, took your hand, and spun you around. Now he was leading the dance, even though you didn't know each other.