"Good," she says. His smile is returned, but a touch distantly.

"I miss dancing."

She wipes her hands clean, and then hangs up the towel. There are things she wants to say - to confess that today is not the best day, today she is pouring herself into keeping it together and living, that it's still a little hard to breathe - but she swallows them.

It's always best to treat things as if someone else might be listening.

"I suspect, given the crowds, we'd probably best arrive earlier. Do you mind eating out? If we can find anywhere?"