Burgundy-

Sydney knocked on the door. She glanced around her to make sure there was no witness to what she was doing.

On the other side of the door, Vaughn stood looking into floor length mirror and fixing his tie. When he heard the knock, he was expecting Weiss or a cousin, basically anyone except Alice. "Come in," he said, taking off the tie and folding it in his hands, sick of trying to fix it.

Sydney opened the door halfway and stepped in. The shocked look on Vaughn's face disregarded, Sydney smiled. She walked in completely and shut the door behind her. "I disabled the security camera."

"What? Where?" Vaughn's shock has momentarily flooded his system. Sydney was wearing a burgundy strapless dress, and her hair is lusciously curled. Vaughn blinked a couple times before setting his tie on the table behind him.

"Outside." She hesitated before adding, "I have a flight in half an hour, but I couldn't leave without saying congratulations."

"Uh, thanks." Vaughn was still jarred by her presence, but it was a feeling he was used to. Every time they were in a room together, be it Mikro Self-Storage or his office, there was a jitter in his stomach that he had been covering up for so long that he forgot it happened. However, right now the jitter felt like a lion hyped up on adrenaline.

They stood awkwardly for a few more seconds, before Sydney said what she had really come to say. "I know we can't be tied together; that's why I disabled the camera." She was at an unbelievable loss for words. Sydney couldn't remember ever being this nervous. "I know I wasn't invited—I couldn't come even if I was. I—Well, I just wanted to dance. At all the weddings I've been to, my favorite part has been the groom's dance." She smiled slyly for less than a moment; Vaughn didn't know that she usually made fun of the groom for getting married before she did. But that had been before Danny. She rid her mind of the thought and continued. "So, I guess I should ask you formally."

Sydney walked up to Vaughn until she was only a few feet away. She held out her right hand and said, "Would you like to dance?"

Vaughn broke out in a grin, relaxed. "Sure." He took her hand with his left and placed his other hand on her waist. Sydney put her left hand on his shoulder. There was almost a foot between their bodies, and they were looking past each other's shoulder.

"Awkward moment number fifty-four..." Vaughn said. Sydney laughed and shortened the distance between them. She started humming Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Vaughn joined her after a few measures. They swayed to the beat they created.

Midway through the song, Sydney found her body pressed against Vaughn's. His hand was resting in the small of her back, and she was surprised that she hadn't felt it slide over. She missed a few notes but started humming again seconds later. She listened to Vaughn next to her.

Vaughn felt Sydney press her cheek against his and exhale. The almost invisible stubble on his cheeks scratched her and a chuckle in her throat made its way into his ear. Vivaldi's composition had been lost minutes ago, yet they continued moving to music just as present as the lingering thoughts exclaiming that they shouldn't be doing this.

Sydney felt a tear slide down her face as she remembered that she would never be able to do this again. After today, and before she got back from South Africa, Vaughn would be a married man. She shut her eyes so no more tears could show themselves.

What scared both of them the most was how absolutely comfortable they felt. Just standing this close, hand in hand, feeling the heat both emitted—nothing felt out of place. Except the feeling that caused them to jump apart when they heard a voice behind them.

Weiss stared, the door shutting itself with help of his hand. "What are you—"

"Nothing, I was just congratulating Vaughn," Sydney quickly answered, looking right at Weiss. She wiped away the remains of the tear on her cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back." She gazed into Vaughn's eyes and added, "Congratulations, again," as she left the room.

Door safely closed, Weiss burst. "What were you thinking? You're getting married! You, remember?"

"I remember, Weiss. It's not something you easily forget."

"Neither was what you were doing."

"What I was doing? It was just a dance. A harmless little dance."

"Yeah, I'm sure it was."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I'll tell you what's wrong: you are getting married in less than an hour, and I walk in and find you with Sydney, of all people?"

"What's wrong with Sydney?"

"The fact that you two have had feelings for each other about as long as she's been working with us."

Uncomfortable, Vaughn changed the subject. "Why did you come in here? I didn't hear a knock or anything."

Weiss didn't want to go with the flow, but he did, for his friend's sake. Ignoring the second comment, he spoke. "The security camera outside your door was disabled. The last thing it caught was a flash of burgundy."