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Aisha shook her head. “I can’t. I have to get back.”

“Some other time, I mean?”

Aisha smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Tomorrow?”

Aisha shook her head. “I don’t know when.”

Gabi had a sinking feeling. If she had her way, she would see Aisha every day. It wasn’t enough to know there would be a next time; she didn’t want this time to end, and not with this sense of an unfinished conversation. She wanted time alone with Aisha, to have her close without Aisha looking over her shoulder all the time as if she was being watched.

“I can still show you and your nana around the Alhambra, if you’d like.” Aisha smiled.

Gabi held Aisha’s gaze, and the warmth returned to Aisha’s expression. “I’d like that very much.” Gabi carried a claustrophobic feeling back to the hotel with her, and it made her feel tight, and vulnerable, and confused. The sense of being watched and that she was doing something wrong worsened, and she glanced over her shoulder, shoved her hands deep into her pockets, and strode out. She couldn’t imagine living day in and day out, wanting something that you couldn’t have. Aisha, who danced with intense passion and felt the language of the poets, was creative, and intelligent, and kind, but she was locked inside a world that would strip all that from her, and more, by not allowing her to choose how she lived or who she loved. Aisha loved Granada, and her family, and dancing. Gabi wasn’t sure what that all meant, but she wasn’t surprised that Aisha felt confused and trapped either. Just hearing about it, Gabi felt that way too.

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