Tea steam and a velvet late-night song

Tonight a bolero found its way through the open window — 'Sabor a Mí' — and a chipped teacup is steaming on the sill. Walked past the bakery earlier; the air smelled like warm sugar and cinnamon and it teased the knot out of my shoulders. I tied a silk ribbon around my wrist the way one tucks a secret into a pocket.

If you came over, I'd make you that cup, show you the ribbon knot that feels like permission, and teach a breath that loosens the jaw and invites the smile to stay. What's the song that keeps pulling you into slow evenings? I'll trade you mine for yours.