LEXIE
We'd finished eating and Crow had gone back for a second plate, insisting he needed his strength for more dancing, when the band shifted into something slower.
The change was immediate, a few couples who'd been standing around the edges moved toward the makeshift dance floor, settling into easy, swaying rhythms, and the whole energy of the square softened around us, the loud chatter dropping into something quieter.
"Oh, this is a good one," Mia said, tapping her foot along with the melody. "They play this every year."
"What's it called?" I asked.
"No idea," Crow said, returning with his plate already half empty. "Nobody knows the actual name, we just call it the slow one."
"Very descriptive naming system you've got going here."
"It works," Crow said, shrugging.
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