"It'll let you know," he says with a languid sort of conviction. "As long as you're listening for it. It'll get stuck in your head like an ear worm. Listen."

Jeff pauses, cups a hand to his ear, as if listening for the melody of Dahlia's magic. Then, he begins to hum along to a slow, dreamy tune that's almost certainly unfamiliar to Dahlia. That's because it's Taylor Swift, baby.

"Hear it?" he asks, with a teasing lilt in his voice, as if there's some soundtrack for this moment that isn't just his own soft singing.