The rain poured over you two as you danced in a slow and messy waltz with Thalia, your hand in hers as your other rested on her shoulder. You had somehow convinced her that the inevitable cold given by the chilly rain would be worth it for the dance, for the quiet moment— so here she was; with you. And Frankly? There was nowhere else she’d rather be. It didn’t even matter that neither of you knew how to slow dance.