The Tango Class – Part 2: The Embrace
Mature & Silver·EN·2 min read·Published 2026-11-07, updated 2026-11-07·Part 2 of 2
He put on a record, soft and slow and crackling, and the empty studio filled with it. He turned off the overhead lights and left only the lamp by the mirrors. Beatriz stepped into his arms, and for once her feet did not argue.
They danced, close, cheek to cheek, in no hurry. His hand rested warm at the small of her back. Her fingers curled around his shoulder. The mirrors held the two of them in soft gold light, and she thought, with surprise, that she looked happy.
"You are not counting," he murmured.
"No."
"Good. This is where it begins."
The record ended. The needle hissed. Neither of them moved. His forehead rested against hers.
"May I kiss you?" he asked. "I am an old man, and I would like to do it properly."
"Yes," said Beatriz. "Please. Properly."
It was a slow, careful, entirely unhurried kiss, one that took its time, as he took his time at everything. When it ended she was smiling.
"I live above the bakery," he said. "The stairs are narrow and the smell of bread is unavoidable. There is a good bottle of wine. And you can go home at any time."
"I would like to see the stairs," said Beatriz.
The flat was small and warm, full of books and photographs, with a balcony over the street and a bed under a faded woven blanket. They sat with wine for a while, then he took her hand and led her gently to the bedroom. They undressed slowly, with a great deal of humour, comparing knees and scars and the geography of long lives. Under the blanket their love-making was patient and kind and a little surprised at itself, as if two old friends had discovered a language they'd never needed to speak. The street below went quiet. The smell of baking began just before dawn.
In the morning, warm bread, bitter coffee and an unmade bed.
"Class at six?" asked Beatriz, chewing.
"Class at six," said Alejandro. "Followed by an advanced lesson, in private."
"I'll need to practise."
"I can arrange a great deal of practice."
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