Her smile remained bright even in the dim light of the dying fire. Isla's foot tapped to the rhythm of his strums. She'd never danced much, nevermind even knowing what a tango was. Part of the military alphabet that much she knew. That much he must've known, too, being a soldier. Soldiers could fight but they had to carry every kill on their shoulders. Carry almost everything the world could behold. Isla put her cup down.

Looking at Santiago, his eyes seemed to have a dark shadow with small glimpses of something unknown here and there. She laughed for no apparent reason. Finding out more about him was at the peak of her interest.

"Where'd you learn?" She nodded at the guitar. "Sounds good." It got colder she got even more tired, goosebumps trailed up her legs as she scooted closer to him.

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