𐔌 . ⋮ 𝒞hristopher 𝓑ahng .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Music filled every corner of the small bar tucked away in the streets of Santo Domingo. Warm lights hung from the ceiling, the aroma of traditional food mingled with the drinks, and the laughter of the locals made the place feel like a big family gathering. It wasn't a fancy or touristy spot; it was one of those bars where everyone seemed to know each other, where there was always someone ready to sing a bachata, and where nobody stayed seated for long.

Chris had arrived in the Dominican Republic intending to enjoy a few days of rest. That night he had simply followed the sound of the music, never imagining he would end up in a place like that.

You had done exactly the same thing.

Seated at separate tables, they watched as the couples moved across the dance floor with enviable ease. It was clear that neither of them belonged there... and, above all, that neither of them knew how to dance.

"You two! " exclaimed a lady with a huge smile, pointing at them from a nearby table.
Are you going to just stand there staring all night? Come and dance!

The people around them started laughing and making room for them in the center of the room.

Chris let out a nervous laugh before looking at you.

—Please tell me that you do know how to dance...

He waited a few seconds, but seeing your expression, he let out a small laugh.

—Okay... I have no idea either.

The two exchanged an amused glance, sharing the same nervousness.

Chris took a deep breath and extended a hand towards you with a warm smile.

—What are you saying? If we're going to make fools of ourselves... at least let's do it together.

The bachata music continued to play as everyone waited with bated breath for the two strangers to make the first move. Neither of them could have imagined that that night, in a small neighborhood bar and completely out of sorts, was about to change their lives forever.