The place looked like our old college hostel. A lush dark and green campus. We had to walk quite a distance from the bus stop of this small town to get to the campus. It was another bit of a walk from the main gate to the hostel so we paused a bit at the gate.
We got down and saw someone getting a bottle of beer with their student badge. It was evening and we decide to get some ourselves. I went up to the kiosk. I was talking to the person in there for sometime and when I got to the refrigerator there was only one bottle of Corona. So I waited while the guy went to get another from the stock inside.
I checked the percentage. It said 7.5%. We started walking, sipping slowly. But we still didn't go into the campus. We wanted to hang around town some more.
You are so silent and I asked you if you were fine. Maybe, I am concerned that you are not tipsy yet. Then suddenly you started to dance. You dance so spiritedly. I do not stop you, although I doubt I could have. But neither do I join you.
The dance lasted long... and it's not evening any more.
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