On the train from Amsterdam to Frankfurt. A man with greyish, curly hair, probably in his late forties, wearing glasses – I assume he was Dutch – was talking in English to a probably German lady who was sitting next to him. She was wearing glasses as well, I guess she was in her early forties.
He said: “Sometimes there is more connection while dancing. And now it was slightly different. How do you feel about it?”
He appeared to be excited and happy, but also a bit worried.
I couldn’t hear her answer. Just the words: “I wouldn’t have this feeling.”
Then he said: “What is the difference? What is with you, what is with me? To my surprise, I felt unsureness.”
It was clear that he would have been more eloquent in Dutch.
The woman said with a subtle German accent: “You should not feel pressure if it doesn’t happen.” Then she started whispering, as if she felt that I was listening.

Had they taken a dancing class together? Had they met at a New Year’s Eve party and had they spent the night dancing? Maybe even more than that?

He left in Utrecht with a small suitcase, she remained on the train and she fell asleep shortly after he had left.

I looked at her face and I couldn’t tell whether her dreams were pleasant or just exhausting.