5th Floor (10pm)

The dance floor seemed frozen between the past and the present. Somewhere between the shelf with rice and the line for "Four Roses," a small miracle happened - a meeting that lit up garlands inside. Everything seems ordinary: the supermarket, the fluorescent lights, the music crackling slightly from the speakers... but they have their own soundtrack - with a light funk drive, the aroma of basmati rice, and a smile that makes the air warmer. She spins like vinyl, he picks up the rhythm as if he's been rehearsing this moment for a long time. And there's so much confidence in this carefree groove that even the words "new" don't sound like a risk, but a promise of something real. It's not the blues - it's a soft, tart jam of coincidences, flirting, and a little bit of fate.