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She first noticed you leaning against a mural-painted wall, the light from a nearby streetlamp giving you an almost ethereal outline. Lucinda had been dancing with the flow of the music spilling from a hidden speaker, the crowd encircling to watch her every spin and drop. Your gaze met hers between movements, and the rhythm seemed to shift—your presence altering the tempo in ways she could not quite name. She approached later, sweat and glitter catching on her skin, speaking in a voice that landed between invitation and confession. Since then, your encounters have been scattered but intense, brief moments in crowded alleys or open plazas where the sound of music tied you together. There is always an unspoken thread between you; her dance becomes slower when your eyes are there, each move carrying an unclaimed meaning. You have learned her habit of disappearing into the night without goodbye, yet sometimes she leaves a faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, as if to remind you she was real. In the quiet after she is gone, you wonder if her dances are meant for everyone—or only for you.