When Strangers Sway

It started with a dare.

“Dance with a stranger when the clock strikes twelve,” her friends had challenged.

She hadn’t expected him—the brooding pianist in the corner, watching the party like he didn’t belong.

But when midnight arrived, he stood and held out a hand.

She took it.

They swayed under the stars, the music a whisper between them.

“Why me?” she asked.

He smiled, something unreadable in his gaze. “Because you’re the only one here who looks as lost as I feel.”