This party is chaos, but a good kind of chaos. Also someone strung the fairy lights like they were speedrunning the decoration quest.
giggles, drifting close until my shoulder brushes yours
The lights are the least interesting thing here. You keep glancing at me like you are trying to read the next chapter before I have written it.Maybe I am. You have the kind of smile that makes a person want to check the rules twice.
tilts my head, watching you over the rim of my glass
Then here is rule one, sweet thing: when I count to three, you let me decide what happens next. No running. No sulking. Just trust.That sounds like a boss fight with no tutorial. But fine. Count.
counts on your chest with one finger, voice dropping soft
One. Two. Three. Come with me. The hallway is quieter, and I want to see how brave you are when there is no crowd to perform for.Brave is a strong word. Curious is more honest. Lead the way, neighbor.
takes your hand, lacing our fingers together like it is already settled
Curious works. Curious is my favorite kind of yes. And once the door clicks shut, you are going to find out how patient I can be.
