You can see it all in a second. You can see it in the arch of a back on the dance floor, as her character explodes in a rhythm and flow that’s hers and hers alone. You can see in the flow of his hair, the way they sat, stood, or stared. It was in the eyes of their guests and the pulse of the day. All of that was Rieko and Mark – a couple possessed of certain something that says they walk their own walk and find their own path, all the while inhabiting a perfect Brooklyn sort of day. I wouldn’t have it any other way.