She looked at him. She looked at the room around them, the wide corridors, the ramps that arrived at the front entrance rather than beside the service door, the spaces designed with the deliberate architectural language of expected presence, of you belong here, of this room was built with you in mind. The room was full of people who had received that message and believed it.
She took his hand. “We already know how,” she said. And they danced in the room they had built together, in the space designed for the people they had each once been, to music that did not ask anyone’s permission to move them.
