It’s Friday night and they’ve just finished a leisurely dinner at her apartment after a long, tough week. She’s rinsing the dishes and he puts on the Buena Vista Social Club cd he finds in her collection. The trumpet comes in through the stereo speakers, momentarily transporting them to a time and place that’s not quite their own. He approaches her from behind, putting his arms around her. ‘Te quiero, te adoro’, he whispers suggestively into her ear along with the music, brushing his body against hers. She rolls her eyes but can’t help a smile as she leans back against him. She loves him, too.