He dropped his towel. And walked into her arms. The embrace locked two bodies. It locked time. As the hands of the clock ticked, their hands moved around. It spoke of a different time zone. A time where communication did not need words. It did not need eyes. The lips played harmonica and their feet glided in motion. Lips were in sync with feet, and they dove into an emotion rarely experienced before. Clapton clapped. Vincent was left starry-eyed. Martin swayed. And within that unchained melody, they got chained. Trapped between minutes, they spent a lifetime.
They opened their eyes and said goodbye.