7. Steam

When she danced, he felt like she was setting his heart on fire.

Because she was a flame, an unending fire. An endless heat that flowed out of her fingertips into the souls of her audience. When she danced in the front, the audience went quiet; you could hear a pen drop.

When he danced, she felt like he soothed and smoothed down every fiber of her being.

He was a river, a continuous stream of cold water that just refreshed her. Drops of laughter and awe that rushed around her, making her feel at home. When he was dancing solo, it was like no one else was in the room.

Together, they were steam.

Together, they were fire and water; they were both a bubbling stream, and a concentrated, blue flame. They were known for their creative dances, for their undeniable chemistry.

And that was how they fell in love.