Like fat Prophets, Profits? Profits.

At least he hadn't immediately drawn away, vanished behind bravado. He had been there in that moment with her for a beat, and then came the sarcasm and comment, her eyes playfully rolling at him before she nodded. At least she had taken the first step, she had let him know, shown him that she was ready when he was. And she'd wait, for him. They were better together, after all.

I barely caught all of them, so it is assuredly targeted. She couldn't help the smile when he noted that they always could get out of them though. She accepted the hand that was offered to her, to help her up, letting the man leverage her up to her feet, and in sudden contact with him again. She'd never grow tired of being close to him, feeling his touch on her like she wasn't some fragile thing that would shatter with a mere breath along her person wrong.

No getting sentimental, that's for when we're all grey and old and ready to die. Until then, we live this life to the fullest with zero to few regrets as possible. And I've got an idea of where we go next.

~Fin~

@Gabriel Poulin