A stormy day

“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” he said, holding the umbrella over her. “You look beautiful. Want to dance?”
The wind howled, nearly blowing the umbrella out of his hand. The storm kept on beating.
“Don’t kid,” she answered. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
“Why? Don‘t you like it?”
Lightning cracked open the sky letting loose a torrent of rain.
“Haha. Yeah, I love it, so much. Come on, let’s go."
“Why? You cold?”
“N…”
Sleet pounded the earth.
“Let’s go inside. Everyone’s waiting.”