Writing story day1

It was a crowded night at La Bamba, too crowded for a weekday. The place was packed as a box of toys, with barely any space to move.

And there she was like the star of the night's show, and the place went dark and the spotlight shined on her. La Bamba was a Latino bar so naturally, they were playing Latino music. The boy walked over, unsure but committed. The girl was receptive, perhaps also unsure, but flirting back. And the conversational tango soon turned into an actual tango, as the boy led her across the dance floor. The words whispered into her ears made her blush and smile, and she danced closer and closer to him. Soon she was playing with his hair and holding his hand tight.

The boy was surprised when she turned her head away as he leaned in for a kiss. But they both smiled as they looked into each other's eyes, and that was when the boy knew he would feel something he had not in three years.

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