Alina stepped outside. She was barefoot and had on a silver and turquoise anklet and a white cotton dress embroidered with flowers. Her long black hair went down to the small of her back.
It was raining. The cobble stone road felt smooth under her feet. She was soaking wet. It only made sense to start dancing.
She danced down the narrow road with small white houses on either side of her. She didn’t need music.
A gorgeous tan boy poked his head out the window of one of the houses. He called out to her. Alina didn’t hear what he said.
He followed her down the road. Alina stopped at the dock. He told her his name and began to talk. She smirked. Alina kissed him in the rain.

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