"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"
"Hình như anh nói anh say rồi—"
As the bass boomed through the apartment's speaker system, the three men in front of her transformed—instantaneously.
The moment the beat dropped, they ceased to be her boyfriends, housemates, and the fathers of her unborn child. They became the personifications of heartbeats.
Three grown men moving in snappy, hard, perfectly synchronized motions, their bodies creating rigid, geometric yet beautiful lines that shifted with every change of pose. Their expressions were serious. Focused. They clearly had practiced this!
"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"
"Hình như anh nói anh yêu em rồi—"
Immediately, their movements shifted. Their legs began to pump in place, a rapid, uniform step, as though they were running in place. Their arms swung in perfect synchronization. Their heads turned at the exact same angle. Cecilia's mouth fell open.
"Đừng nói chi i i i i~ Mình uống đi i i i i~"
"Hit it!"
