Mario's invitation to spend time at the spring festival seemed to come at the right moment while her siblings were meeting Devin. Her friend was in charge of babysitting her little sister and asked Bellandra for help.
Lately the two were spending a lot of time together and the boy could say that he already knew her enough to realize that something wasn't okay with her.
"Something is happening to you. It's making you... not sad exactly but..."
Even with her eyes closed, Bellandra could feel his gaze caressing her face. In such a short time Mario had become someone important to her that she could implicitly trust.
"It's about my father." She said, still with closed eyes.
"Oh." Was Mario eloquent answer.
Bellandra turned her eyes to the ground just as some drops of rain began to fall, her gaze followed one, observing how it was losing itself on the lines of the tiles.
"Ramira and Franco began asking about him a couple of days ago." She whispered.
He looked at her with a sad smile and it was enough to start telling him everything that had happened since the day her siblings had asked her for help.
"They're meeting him right now and I don't know what to think, what to do." All the feelings that she had contained within her began to pour like the rain that was falling on them. "I want to meet him but at the same time I don't want to. And I know it's not his fault, that he didn't know about us but... I just want to go back to a couple of weeks ago, just want the things to be the same as always."
"But it's never going to be the same." He said in a tender voice.
Silence accompanied the following minutes, until Mario understood that Bell didn't want to continue talking. At least for now.
"I don't think this rain is good for my little sis. There's a toddler area here at the park, we could leave her indoors while we watch her from the dance floor."
"I'm dacing under the rain, I'm dancing under the rain." Mario started to sing, out of tune.
Her own laugh surprised Bellandra. "You know the song is singing in the rain, right?"
"Well, it's similar." He said shaking his hand, shrugging it off. "Although technically now I could say I'm singing in the rain."
"If that's what you want to call it." She said without malice, looking at him tenderly.
"Oh you wound me."
She laughed again, he's alwaing making her laugh.
"Thank you." She took his hands when the music changed to something slow.
For the first time in the afternoon, Mario was speechless.
But words were not necessary while they continued dancing in the rain.
Some songs later, Mario proposed to watch the stars.
"In bridgeport and with a sky covered in rain clouds?" Bellandra questioned the boy's logic but sat down next to her friend anyway.
"Oh hush you, I'm trying something here."
"Yes, if it's well received."