Let's dance!

Jenni and Giulia are tearing up the dance floor together. Benji, however, watches them only from the bar. Deep down, Benji feels the quiet, heavy ache born of unrequited love. He knows perfectly well that Jenni loves him—but hers is not the flame that burns within him. Jenni’s love is protective, pure, and rooted in the loyalty of friendship. And that is what hurts the most: you cannot be angry with someone for loving differently than you wish they would. Benji feels like an artist standing before the world’s most beautiful painting, yet bound by gallery rules that forbid him from ever touching the canvas. His gaze holds that quintessential, melancholic artist’s sorrow—a pain no Brooklyn rhythm can wash away.