He took her to a bar and transported her to Cuba. He told her the mojito was the best in town and the sipped off a separate branch of the same straw. The music it hummed in the background, the air full of energy and possibility.
Left little Havana and outlined the streets in their marker. The nameless streets she had walked many times before now seemed to match up as they reached their shared destination.
She walked on, he caught his bus and they danced on clouds.
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