You had arrived in the box a few months ago now. You helped around the farm and you were one of few girls that were in the glade. And one of the only girls who was best friends with newt.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, you sat outside your bunker, watching the stars, listening to the rain pour, when all of a sudden you felt a hand slip round your waist. None other than newt. He looked down at you, pulling you to your feet, taking you out into the rain, spinning you round and dancing with you. Not the freestyle kind. The slow and romantic kind you’d see in old fashioned movies.

he must’ve practiced this for some time now…and that made you smile