Ender smirked slightly and walked out into the living room, turning on the radio they had in their house and playing some romantic music; holding his hand out as his arm lit up into a rainbow. The sun began to set and the room began to grow darker, a gentle breeze flowing in through the opened window; the smell of roses from their small garden drifting into the house and giving the house a romantic vibe.
"Well then, let's hope neither of us became rusty." Ender joked slightly as both of them weren't the greatest dancers, but there were worse dancers in the city as well.