KANE'S POV (CONTINUATION)

One step, two and now we’re both in it, caught in the beat. Locked into something light, something dumb, something so unlike everything else that defines me.

I don’t even realize I’m smiling.

For the first time in a long time, I’m not Kane Callahan.

I’m…just here. Just a man in a bar, with a girl who laughs too loud and dances like she’s made of glass. And it’s enough.

Until—

Bang. Then crack..

A sound cuts ...