Here's the chapter. Enjoy!

Don't own it.

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At first Katey didn't see him. He wasn't where she thought he'd be. He was talking to his friends, and they kept pointing at the dance floor, as though telling him to get on it. Finally he allowed himself to be pushed and pulled, then began dancing with a girl, some of the old passion flaring up in his eyes. As he began to lose himself to the music, his friends watched him, talking among themselves.

"It's good that he is dancing again. He needs to go back to being normal," Katey overheard. They were speaking in fast Spanish, but she had made a point of taking a class at school.

"Yes," another agreed. "Too long has he just been sitting on the sidelines, ever since that American girl left."

Katey didn't have long to feel astonished, for a woman who had seen her sitting alone ambled over. "What is a wonderful dancer like you doing without her feet under her?"

Surprised, Katey replied with another question. "How do you know I dance?"

"It's not every day a white woman is queen of La Rosa Nigra. It's memorable."

Great, Katey thought, everyone here will recognize me, when I just want to sit here. But no one else came up to her. The woman she had been talking to soon wandered away, to begin talking to another in fast Spanish. Now Katey was sure at least one other person knew who she was. As long as people didn't bother her, she was okay.

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Javier was beginning to feel glad that his friends had persuaded him to dance again. He loved it, and as much as he missed Katey, couldn't go forever without it. Dancing was his water. He needed it to survive.

Since Katey left, Javier's life had seemed dull and miserable. His mother had worried; she had never seen Javier like this. She was used to a boy who had too much energy. Now that he was dancing, he could feel that carefree boy returning to him. And if he tried very hard, he could imagine it was Katey he was dancing with, and he was his normal self. Keeping up that image was very hard, for no one in Havana had blonde hair.

Except for her. A girl was sitting at the bar, ordering another drink. Could it be…?

Javier apologized to his partner, who thought nothing of it, just found someone else to dance with, and began to make his way over to the girl. By the time she turned, he was nearly there. Yes, it was. Katey was back.

She saw him, but was much less astonished, having seen him before. This didn't lessen her happiness, however, for she jumped off her stool and rushed the last few feet, and hugged him. He squeezed her hard.

"Hello again," she said when she pulled away.

"What are you doing back here?" he asked.

"I came…" she looked away, trying to find an answer. "I came because since I left, I haven't felt like myself. Now I realize that's just because I missed you." Her two reasons for coming were actually only one.

"I missed you, too," Javier confessed. Then he kissed her softly, and she welcomed the feeling. "Would you like to dance?"

For the first time in months, she grinned. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "I hope I haven't forgotten how."

She hadn't. The feeling came back to her easily, and soon she was moving like she had that very last night, completely succumbing to the music and Javier's hands. This was what she had come back for. Javier and dancing.

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I'm so sorry these are so short. I hope you like them anyway, and won't come after me.

-Arnold-