Dos

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She was twirling in the rain.

Head tilted up, as the drops spattered against her sun kissed cheeks, and she absently flicked out her tongue to lick up one that had strayed to her lips.

A smile twist her lips at the corners, and she inhaled sharply, enjoying the smell of the rain.

Before she knew it, she was spinning, around and around, her arms extended at her side, until she was so dizzy she was sure she'd fall. And she did, laughing all the while, as she grasped as grass for stability, though it did her no good.

When her laughter had finally settled down, she leaned back, enjoying the feel of the grass between her fingers and toes, even if her soaked sundress did feel a bit uncomfortable.

She realized how hard the drops were coming down, but didn't bother to retreat inside like everyone else had moments before.

She just smiled into the rain, and closed her eyes. She loved the rain, and every little bit that came with it—the sound of it against a tin roof, the thunder that shook the air, the shade storm clouds provided from the sun.

She even enjoyed the wind, in all its destructive glory. What she enjoyed most was the calm that came with it. During a storm, everyone else would go inside, and the city was at its quietest then.

"Oy!"

Or, at least she'd thought…

She craned her neck to look at the person who'd called to her, and quirked a curious eyebrow at the sight of the lanky man.

"Yes?" she asked, a smile coming to her face.

He merely blinked at her, his mouth set in a firm line, and he finally said, "You'll get sick if you sit out there all night."

And that was how they'd met.