WHO: George and Lucas. WHAT: Being awesome bffls. WHERE: NYPL rooftop. WHEN: March 28, after the dance lessons. RATING: Medium? STATUS: In progress.
Your name in light/ Vibrating to your ringtone/ My world begins to dance/ We discuss important stuff/ The rendezvous is set up/ To catch a film and dinner
Dance lessons had ended maybe twenty minutes ago. Which was good if only because it had started getting hot and while George was used to sweat and feeling grimy and working herself to near exhaustion today was not the day she wanted to have her fly-aways stuck to her face or smell like someone's gym clothes left in a locker all summer to fester. She was actually spending time with her bffl for the first time that wasn't really the first time as they discovered that afternoon.
It'd been a comical moment of realization that ended in her being crushed and attempting to crush Luke in return. Mostly she was just glad he wasn't holding any of her scathing comments against her.
She stood there unsure where they were going now that they were on the roof. The wind was strong picking up strands of her hair and sending it flying every which way. Pulling her coat tighter around her body George made a face at the sky. Nice days were meant windless was that too much to ask for?
"So you were pretty good. I thought you never danced before."