Jonthan and Martha continued to dance through the ballroom. Martha looked up at Jonathan, smiling. "Tell me, Jonathan. Do you want to play a game?" She whispered in his ear.
Jonathan cocked his ead. "What kind of game?" He asked, intrigued.
"It's a game of chance." Martha whispered.
"A game where we find out if we're meant for each-other."
"And how will we know that?" Jonathan asked.
"By kissing me."
Slowly, the two leaned in towards each-other, and their lips met.
As the kiss was broken, there was suddenly a large explosion nearby, and the dancers began to flee in terror.
"Wow, that felt just like an explosion!" Jonathan dreamily said. "I don't think it was the kiss." Martha said in horror, pointing at the massive flaming hole in the wall caused by the explosion.