Chéri had not understood that Anne wished to continue the interaction, that she wished to learn more, to say more. They would have not being against that, but they also wouldn’t have known how to achieve that.

And then the music made everything simpler. The word for it was the same in both languages, granted, the pronunciation wasn’t the same. Chéri turned, raised a brow, smiled a little and nodded. They opened their arms, held them stiff parallel to the ground and started to count a little, putting together an improvised dance. When they did that, it seemed natural like breathing. “You?” They asked, about music.