I sank onto the edge of the fountain.
People hurried away eager to get home or to where ever they disappear to. No one was looking at each other or smiling. I bet I could strip down to my underwear and dance in the water of the fountain and most people wouldn’t notice. Maybe one person would stop and look, another might be an open pervert and record it on his phone.
Actually, something silly as dancing like that wasn’t a bad idea. I smiled slightly. The motion was stiff.
Bending down I slipped off my flats and rolled down my stockings. Okay, so I wasn’t going to test out the underwear part, call me chicken.
“Ahh,” the water slid over my ankles and stopped in a ring around my calves. I moved a couple of steps, enjoying the tickle of the water’s edge. “That feels nice.” My face tilted up to the sun.
“What are you doing?”
I snapped to attention at the sound.
“Are you high?” It’s a boy, my age but he didn’t look like he worked in one of the offices. Maybe he was a student, judging by the backpack and sloppy clothes.
“You have no idea how many times I have been asked that and yet I’m still waiting for it to kick in.”
“Huh?” He looked bemused.
Reaching out a hand I challenged him. “Dance with me.”
“But there’s no music.”
“How does that matter? Music won’t make you look any less strange when dancing with a girl in a fountain.”
“Right. But what’s the point of dancing without tunes?”
That was a logical question, I guess. “Because I want to. If you don’t that’s fine.” I started to sway and twirl, careful to avoid the jet of water spraying upwards in the centre. Letting my hair drop from its bun I swung it over my shoulder. I forgot I was in public. The steady sound of the shooting water drowned out all other noises.
I jerked back around and stared at the boy standing in the water, his jeans rolled up. “Just so you know, I’m only going to do the waltz. I can’t do anything else in broad daylight.”
“I like the waltz,” stepping up to him I placed one hand on his shoulder and slipped the other into his raised one. A heat burned my waist. I looked down. His hand rested there. “One, two, three.”