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es and stepped into the fountain. "I was staring at it, wondering if you always smile like that, or if you were so happy because you were cooling off." She tilted her head to the side, as if studying me. "Why wouldn't we be happy? We're alive, aren't we?" The cool water felt delicious. We floated in silence for a while, smiling every time our eyes met. "My name is Summer," she said. "Hunter." "Do you like the heat?" "Not that hot." ​​"Hunter, what season do you like the most?" I smiled a little. "Summer, of course," I joked with the English word. "Summer." She swam to the edge and rested her elbows on the cement, watching the fountain that was constantly splashing water right in the middle of the pool. I followed her and stood next to her, trying not to look at her nipples showing through her wet T-shirt. It wasn't an easy task. Summer turned to me. "Do you study here?" "No. My brother does. I came to spend the weekend with him. And you, do you study here or do you just come to cool off in the fountain?" Her smile was as blinding as the sun. "I study here. Arts." She pushed off the ledge and swam to the other side of the fountain. I watched, intrigued by her random gestures. When she stopped again, she cupped her mouth to shout at me, even though the fountain wasn't that big. "Truth or dare?" The girl was crazy. And beautiful. Who would have thought crazy and beautiful could be such a sexy combination? "True!" I yelled back. She made a really cute face as she tapped her index finger on her chin, thinking. When she finally decided what to ask, her face lit up, so bright that a lightbulb almost appeared above her head. I laughed to myself. "What's the thing you're most afraid of?" she yelled. The normal answer would have been death, since I'd just lost my mother. Or maybe I should have given a generic answer, like spiders or heights. But instead, I did what always got me into trouble: answered honestly, without filter. "Suffering for love." Chapter 5 Natalia My cell phone rang just as I was about to go down the stairs of the station to catch a train to the city c