Pansy/Peter
Pansy broke into a grin when she saw Peter wandering through the crowd. She assumed he was looking for her by the way he moved. The sight of him sent some warmth through her, and she crossed over to where he was, squeezing through people and dodging someone playing with a soccer ball. (That's right, Oliver. Soccer. Welcome to America.)
"Heyyyy." She said, taking hold of his hand once she reached him. "Your dubious plot failed, by the way. The one where you wanted to make me crash my car, so distracted by your naughty text messages."