Nieve & Hunter.
He was convinced she was trying to be blind half the time. It was clear, maybe only to him, that he cared about her deeply. Everyone else could pick up on it. He always wondered if Nieve knew and just ignored it because she did not feel the same and did not want to hurt him. He'd understand, after all. He had spent so long with her that at least being friends was good enough. Being mayor of the friendzone was not so bad when he was at least her favorite person in the world. Sort of. He ignored that and simply laughed at the fact that they were old. He was the youngest of the back workers in the aquarium- the youngest who were not interns that was. No, the girl who Nieve had been asking about for a while- the penguin girl- had been an intern for a few months now. She was the only one younger than him.
Hunter only winked at her reaction to her carrying him. He wouldn't do that to her. If nothing else, he was driving his dad's antique, which was pretty much the single most important thing in the world to him. Sort of. "You know I am made up entirely of left feet, Nieve," he replied. That was mostly true. It seemed the only time he could keep rhythm was when he was dripping a basketball or singing and playing music. Ask him to dance and it kind of fell apart. Still, she never seemed to mind and he usually ended up hiding behind her and relied entirely on the female he was with to make him look good. It usually worked. "I'm sure Royce will at least make it look good."