Rio

A Fire Dragon born in the middle of December as a Sagittarian, there was one
common thread about her: Passion. She has tried over the years to change the way
she views the world, the breathing of her chest and the tears in her voice, so
when someone appeared to her at the same lounge who stood up to open his mouth
into the microphone with such reverence to pain; her heart panicked.

'You took my heart,
Then played the part of little coquette.
And, all my dreams just disappeared
Like the smoke from a cigarette.'

"Hijo de Pu..," she thought. He has tears in his voice. It must have been a couple
of minutes before she regained consciousness because when she did, there was
someone else up there singing. In fact, there was already a suitor standing in
front of her who snapped her out of reverie.

" Madamoiselle, cherche pour vous," a silver haired gentleman with a crooked smile
stood in front of her. Usually men approach her with a drink at hand.

" Merci monsieur." These Québécois men are sweet like dulce de leche. They know
she likes her Malbec from Mendoza, but this time she avoided them and their glasses
as she didn't want to show him the fire inside her skin. For the first time in over
a year, she had to suppress her heat. And for the first time in almost 3 years,
she, yes she was the one who approached this young creature with the voice who cries
inside.

"Eau," he whispered almost inaudible when she asked what he calls himself. This is
gonna be fun, almost a cliche really.

"I am in the city Thursdays and I head back to New York on Sundays until February.
Maybe I'll see you here again." She walked away, her calves starting to shake with
fear that the fire inside here breath might burn his face. She walked as gracefully
as possible to the microphone to perform her set.

'Ooh, I gotta see you somehow
Not tomorrow, but right now
I know it's late, but honey don't make me wait
So come on, baby, steal away
Oh let's steal away.'

He watched all the way from the back in the dark, his eyes soft like Río de la Plata.
She made a point to avoid his gaze but the fire inside her lips and the agony in
her voice landed on him like a tumultuous eruption of heat.