At the street festival, he suddenly leads her out on the dance floor, tosses his jacket and sunglasses on the stage and pulls her around with aggressive abandon.
She is stiff, and with a sheepish look on her face attempts to follow his lead. As he reaches up to slap the performer’s hands, her head drops – just for a moment, hardly perceptible to those enjoying the performance. His arms winds around her, pulling her chest to chest to his lanky frame, and she pulls her head back, ever so slightly.
Then just as quickly as he arrived, he collects his things from the stage and walks toward the mass of passersby, elbows out. She follows behind, shoulders hunched. They disappear into the crowd.
And then I realize why my body was suffused with hot white hatred as I watched: he beats her.