They move across the dance floor, perfectly fitted to each other.  Cheek to cheek they dance.  To the music they sway.  He in black tux, bow tie and all, she in a crimson gown, fitted embroidered bodice, with a flowing floor length skirt, showing off all the assets she was given in life.  Her long auburn hair is piled high upon her head, soft curls floating around her face. 

Together they dance.  Not noticing anyone else in the room.  No one else exists. Their hearts beat together in time. 

The band stops suddenly, as they both blink as they look into each other’s eyes. 

"Wow."  She sighs into his ear. 

"Wow indeed! What happened?" he asks, somewhat still in a daze. 

"I feel as if time just stopped.  That’s never happened to me before."  She gently leans back to look into his sea-blue eyes.  Her large green eyes lock onto his, as they both smile knowingly at each other.   

Their bodies start to sway in time once more as the band begins again.  Still looking at each other, their arms around each other, lost to the rest of the room.  Her long gloved hands, one resting around on his shoulder the other clasped snugly in his hand, his strong hands, one holding hers gently, the other around her waist holding her tightly, afraid if he were to let her go, she would fly away. 

Time passes, and still they move to the music. The onlookers smile knowingly at them, knowing that there is something happening between them. Something new, something special. 

Crystal smiles at them, then quickly kisses Frank, her new husband saying, “I knew we’d find someone special for her!” 

Frank smiles lovingly at his new bride. “Who would’ve thought that the two of them though? I thought Christopher was more her type. Do you think they even know each other’s names yet?” He chuckles as Crystal stands, shrugs, taking Frank’s hand, leading him out to the dance floor. 

They make their way to the dance floor, both of them wearing large smiles at finally being married, and seeing two of their good friends hitting it off. For the next thirty minutes, they dance around their friends, trying to make eye contact, share smiles with them, but the two of them are lost in their own world. She in crimson, him in black. Not speaking, just caught up in their bodies spinning, the rest of the room blurs, becomes silent as they only can see as far as the other.   

“Alright! Clear the dance floor please! The midnight buffet is about to be set up, and there will be some food for all you hungry folks out there!” The guests at Frank and Crystal’s wedding cheer, their want of food far louder than that of the murmured groans of happy couples dancing. 

The man in black takes the silk-covered hand of the woman in crimson, leading her out the doors. Seeking the fresh crisp air outside, they walk together out of