He lays there almost motionless, in wait. He can be patient when he tries. The crowd applauds as she comes on to the stage, but he barely glances at her. His focus is so razor-sharp that it can be surprisingly brittle too, but tonight he thinks that won’t matter.
Nothing is to go wrong, when he’s with her.
She leaps off the gazebo with practiced ease. Her hair lifts and her eyes narrow in a way that says she’s your friend.
He catches her at the last moment, causing her to bonk him on the head when she thinks no one is looking. Truthfully, it makes him laugh.
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