John doesn't like to tell anyone, but his favourite colours are purple and orange. He likes purple because it reminds him of the old days, when he first started liking her. He likes orange because it reminds him of the present - like right now, with his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder. She got taller, but so did he, and he's tall enough to press his lips to the top of the ear and not have to bend down.
They're dancing, right now, and her forehead is resting on his chest. She's listening to his heartbeat, and he sighs a little as she turns her head to get more comfortable. He doesn't even know what they're dancing to, or dancing for.
But he's happy. Right now, he's happy.
Because he's with her.
And she looks so good in orange.