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To be honest there's another reason why he parked outside the centre. Ryan likes it, just to go somewhere and have a good time. Especially with a person, who he really likes.
He forces himself not to look at her the whole time. It's really hard. She simply looks so…unbelievingly amazing! How she walks next to him, her hand hanging down, moving with the rhythm of her walk. Again their hands almost touch. So close.

He feels how hot flushes rise inside of him, that make his face hot and his heart beat faster. Thank god it's already a bit dark. The first streetlights go on, so that she can't see that he's getting red.

Slowly, how closer they get to the centre of Miami Beach, it gets crowded on the streets, on those they now go, further and further towards the many lights from the big city. They meet people, men, women, and children. Many alone, many as a pair, or with a buggy. It gets louder. Voices, traffic, even soft music from further down the street can be heard. They walk past the first restaurants and bars.

Calleigh only shortly walks through the door, makes a face and says: "A bit full." Or: "Full, loud and smoky." Or: "Pff…a bit expensive."

They walk further and further, but none has the feeling my feet don't want to anymore. Their hands touch shortly, but this time neither pulls back. Not Ryan and not Calleigh either. They just look at each other, smile and walk on.
When Ryan thinks about it, he doesn't really feel like sitting in a restaurant or a bar. Not to mention that everything seems to be full today. He could walk on like this forever. Walk just. Walk, until the road stops, until it doesn't go on. Just see where his feet lead him.

"You know what?" Calleigh asks.
"No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me."

She grins. Well, actually she grins the whole time, but this time a quiet amused laugh comes with it. "I can go on like this forever."

He has to grin too. He can't help it. Is that now thought transmission?

"Okay." He says, looks at her and bends his head a bit to the side.

And they go. Further and further. Through the streets, past high buildings, in their windows all lights shine. Through streets, where many people walk, past cars that stand in the tailback, with angry drivers in it, because it doesn't move. But Calleigh and Ryan just walk through the gaps, behind each other, always thinking not to loose the other from their sight too long.

They slowly reach the end. Well, the end of the centre. Which means they should be close to the beach, where definitely many parties and organizations are going on. Ryan can already taste the salty seawater, which is being carried by the wind, on his tongue. A pleasant, soft breeze blows through his hair, and makes it even frizzier than it already was. But with Calleigh it looks nice, how the wind seems to play with her hair. Wants to lift it, because it's so light. Really, how it looks in the commercials, but this is not computer-manipulated, but real.

Around two minutes later they take a small grind road, which is surrounded by bushes and plants. They hear the calm floating of the sea, soft music and soft voices and at some point the grind road turns into a plastered one, directly by the sea, that seems to grow wider and more black, like a real treasure.

The plastered road is around a meter higher then the beach sand and is being lightened by a few weak lights. They see silhouettes from other people, how are either romantically arm in arm, or hand in hand, walking next to each other, or just sit on a bench together, watching the sea dreamily.
Somehow…there are only couples here. Ryan can't see a single…well, single. He glares at Calleigh. Has she noticed it too?