Nick had not gone out that night with the intent of running into someone he knew, but walking around looking like Sorin had that effect. He was stopped three times on his way across the courtyard alone and had to smile his way through conversations with Sorin's friends before politely excusing himself. How Sorin put up with so many people, kept track of so many friends, Nick would never understand.
It would all be over soon anyway.
With a deep breath, he stepped onto the lawn, intent on making it to the treeline of the woods before being spotted again. A few steps from his goal, he heard someone speaking. Curious, despite his eagerness to get into forest alone, he went to investigate. The voice was familiar, and Nick smiled to himself when he recognized Imani under the light of the moon.
Her pale hair practically glowed and Nick admired her beauty as he approached. The refugees from Anton could be spared a moment of his time, he reasoned. Imani spoke again and seemed to address him, though she didn't glance his way.
Nick tipped his head back and looked at the large waning moon and sighed softly. "Of course I will." A story? He had a few.
Coming closer, Nick folded himself onto the grass beside her, hugging his knees, fingers interlocked. "There once was a woman who lived in a shoe..."