At a small campus event, music filled the hall. Leila held out her hand. "Dance with me?"
Amina hesitated, then took it. Leila guided her to the center, their bodies close but careful. Slowly, gently, they swayed to the music, fingers intertwined.
"I've wanted this for so long," Amina whispered.
"Me too," Leila replied, leaning her head against Amina's shoulder. Time seemed to stop as they moved together, hearts syncing to the rhythm of the music.