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I'd trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this
Cho sighed, taking a sip of her coke and rum. She had moved to the States not too long after the War ended. Like so many others, she wasn't able to heal there. Her past still haunted her, especially memories of Cedric. After all this time, she still had a hard time letting go.
"Hi Cho," a blonde hair, blue eyed boy said taking a seat next to her.
Turning, she smiled at the boy. She had made friends with him not too long ago. He too was always in the bar, and they had bonded over their similar grievances. "Hey, Kyle," she responded. Kyle had lost his fiancé in a terrible car crash, so he knew Cho's pain.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, motioning for the bar tender to bring him a drink.
"Better than usual," she replied.
"Good," he said. He quickly knocked back his shot.
The two of them talked like usual, each taking turns buying the next round of drinks.
Finally, about two hours later, Kyle turned to Cho. "Will you dance with me?"
"Dance with you?" she asked, rather surprised. She knew Kyle, but she didn't know them that well.
"Yeah, dance with me."
She nodded. "Okay." Pressing her hand into his, she allowed Kyle to lead her to the dance floor. He placed his hands on her hips, the two of them swaying to the music. It felt rather nice.
A few songs later, Cho turned around. Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his. Kyle eagerly returned the kiss, pulling her closer.
Cho had never expected to find love at a bar, but it looked like she had.