I Just Wanna Dance

                We’re just busy about or works. James Valko and I, Khrisma spent a little time after works. We’re in a bazaar. It’s quite crowded here. We sat on a bench around there after bought a paper bag of pastries and two plastic glasses of coffee. It’s a little rainy.

                “Huh, it’s getting colder here,” told me.

                “It will rain. Let’s look around if there’s a shelter!” said him.

                We moved to the shelter near the market. His hand covered my head. We sat there and drank coffee.

                “There’s nobody around here. I have learnt waltz. Just three days course. I just wanna dance. Would you dance with me, Jamie?” asked me, put the paper bag, my plastic glass of coffee and his on the shelter’s seat.

                “Yeah, sure, Khris!” replied him, wide-opened his arms.

                We danced waltz. My head leaned on his chest. It’s not too cold anymore, even the rain’s getting harder. We’re in a sense of affection. The waltz beats won’t tell a lie. We let that fire burned, then melted in our holds.