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"You're getting water on your boots," he says.
Humming, she splashes puddles with wayward kicks. He stands to the side, rain hitting his umbrella in soft pats. "I'm not going to get sick," she tells him. "Kliff once told me you get colds when you have viruses. Being wet doesn't mean anything."
"Faye." She stills, listens long enough for him to pull her hood down to her eyes. "There's no harm in precautions."
Her mouth grins. "It's cute when you worry."
"Thank you." But he doesn't let go.
"Oh Lukas." Her voice rings, bell-like. She grabs his hand, the one on her raincoat, and puts it on her waist. Water slides onto his skin. "Look, it's becoming a drizzle."
He stares at her. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Just one dance," she presses. "Like in that movie. No one's here to watch."
"Faye."
"A waltz." She touches his shoulder, then the fingers so tightly curled. "Here, under the umbrella."
When she looks up, eyes wide and bright and her face lit up in delight, he can't hear the rain anymore.
"But the stance is awkward," he mutters.
"I know." She laughs. "I know."
He kisses her cheek and spins her around.