There was something in the way he sat with ease in his chair, having shed the weight of the day at the door. Something in the way she let escape a faint smile right where her lips met behind her wine glass. Something in the glances exchanged between friends, cheery at being gathered together again.
 
You couldn't quite make out each of their stories, humming quietly in the night. Yet, there was somethning there in the ether holding them in concert, there in the flow of the music and the low light.