"Penny?" Sheldon made a concerned noise that came from the back of his throat when Penny slipped her flip-flops off. They were barely a block away from the apartment. The concrete sidewalk was crawling with germs, not to mention the fact that it was raining, which meant bacteria was practically falling from the sky!
Instead of answering his non-existent question, she smirked at him and scooped up her flip-flops before slipping out from under the protective cover of Sheldon's rather large umbrella. This time the noise was of alarm and not concern.
"Penny what on earth are you doing?" He squawked when she turned her head up to the sky. "Get back under the umbrella! Put your shoes back on! You'll step on a nail and goodness knows you've not gotten a tetanus shot in the last ten years. Or worse yet you'll get some terrible mutated sickness from the rain."
Instead of answering him, or better yet, listening to him, she just twirled around, throwing her hands up in the air. Sheldon watched as the hair that she had curled just so seemingly melted in the humid rain. He tilted his head as she did a dance that was foreign to him, but looked as if it was easy as breathing to her.
It should have been repulsive. She was prancing around in a dirty street on a dirty day, in soaked clothing, and with ruined hair. Oddly enough, Sheldon found it more entrancing than the ballet she had dragged him to, three weeks prior. The structured dancing should have appealed to him more than this, but her unstructured, free dancing was becoming increasing beautiful.
His musings were halted when her dancing came to an abrupt halt. Penny was standing in front of their apartment building, he had followed her the whole way here.
"Sometimes Sheldon." Penny started to say. "You just have to let go of everything and just dance in the rain." She gave him a blinding smile and then slipped into the building.