He stood outside of a white house.

Its paint was chipping but it was still in perfect condition. He walked up the cobblestone sidewalk and up the three-step cobblestone stairs, which landed him on the wooden porch that was painted brown. He stood in front of the wooden door, which was also painted white with a golden doorknob. He felt his hand shake a bit, but he had to be brave about it. He opened the door carefully to stare into the dusty living room that housed vintage furniture. 

He closed his eyes and took in the scenery.

In his mind, he could see himself dancing with a woman he knew. The afternoon summer sun shined in through the open doorway and windows like a spotlight on their stage. The woman looked as beautiful as ever to him as they gazed into each others’ eyes like they were looking for some deeper meaning behind those glassy spectacles.

“It takes two to tango, dear,” the woman’s voice spoke to him softly.

He blushed and smiled softly yet bashfully.

It takes two to tango.

He could hear those words ring through his mind as he turned back around to see the world he formed. Everyone in Briddleville was now his dance partner as long as he remained the god of that city until the day he died...whenever that would be.

He smirked as he turned back around…

…walked into the fancy house…

…and closed the door behind him.