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With Natalia inabout where she could be, or what she was doing All I had to do was pick up the da with her had cal for ot my focus back I was the player I was before I met her Only this time, I had her in my life

Natalia had texted her address to me She lived in an apartnized the neighborhood when I pulled into her parking garage

I knocked on the shabby door and waited for her to answer

I held up a bouquet of flowers “These are for you”

She reached on her tiptoes to kiss me, but stopped and pulled me inside She took the flowers from me “Sorry, I don’t want anyone to see you”

I didn’t care I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her intokiss

She treh me “I like your place” I looked around It had the definite irl There were pastels and black and white photos of dancers on the wall

“Thanks, I can give you the quick tour” She smiled “This, of course, is the kitchen where I spend al room where I spend a little time” I followed her “This is the bedroo hite and clean

“And what’s this, the guestroom?” I pushed open the door beside her room and stared

Natalia was behind me “No, it’s my studio” She adjusted the di illuminated the space

There was an entire wall of th of one wall

“It didn’t come like this, did it?”

She laughed “No, of course not I had permission to have the mirrors and the barre installed for my practice”

Other than an old record player and a crate of records on the far side, the room was empty The floors were smooth and soft

“You dance in here?”