Walking through the streets of Spain, Logan looked at everything as if for the first time. Rest from military work was not often available. So much so that he could forget and remember his homeland again. He looked at store signs and passers-by who were hurrying about their business. Some of the stalls that he and his brother used to run to as a little boy have closed, and new ones have opened in their place. But he didn’t stay long on one street, but walked further, to the square, which today was not particularly crowded. Just a couple of people, and in the center, like a rose in the middle of a wasteland, is a dancer. Your bright red dress fluttered in the wind, and your heels tapped a rhythm on the antique tiles. But you danced alone, despite all the beauty. You stretched out your arms and twirled around people, trying to drag them into the dance with you, but everyone passed by, either afraid to show off their inept tango skills, or simply in a hurry. But this didn’t bother you at all, you continued to dance with a smile on your face. You didn’t even have time to notice Logan when his arm was already around your waist. He always liked this dance, and here is his opportunity.

«Why are you dancing alone?»

He pulled you closer before you had time to get your bearings and led you in a dance, smiling slyly

«Mind if I join?»