"Thatch, I have two left feet. You won't see me dancing any time soon." Haruka brushed her short, brunette hair away from her forehead before reaching out to the mug the man was holding, drinking its content and setting it aside once she was done.
"That's mine!"
"Get another one then!"
"Come on!" The pompadour man grabbed Haruka's wrist, pulling her to an open space of the ship and started to twirl her around before pulling her close to him, hugging her small figure. "You were able to do a little twirl, see? You don't have two left feet at all!"
"I almost fell." Her voice was muffled against his chest but she didn't mind. Having the opportunity to be so close to that man, having him hold her close and being able to inhale his scent was so comforting. "Hm... Thatch?" Haruka called out, patting his chest lighting when she noticed he wasn't letting her go.
"Just let me be like this for a while." He mumbled into her hair before his embrace tightened around her. "Just for tonight..."
"I never took you for a cheesy drunkard, Thatch-dear." Despite the funny comment, her voice was sweet and kind. She earned herself a chuckle from the man that was still holding her.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered, moving his face to rest against her neck. He started to slowly sway to the sound of the smooth music playing in the background.
"And you're incredibly handsome, my dear..." It came out as a whisper but he heard her. She fell silent, appreciating the moment, the kindness of his touch.
It was a moment that would be remembered by Haruka for the rest of her life.
A moment of pure tenderness that would be the last they would ever share together.