He's right. No he's not. He must be. He's a problem! There was something. A spark. Maybe it did get to her. It had to have, with the way the clouds seemed to life from her eyes.

"Terry-"

Then the door was thrown open.

"Come on~!" Garnet's agent went to grab one arm, while Page went around her torso. "You're going to be late, honey~!"

"No." Panic seeped into her voice as the glasses immediately slammed back down her face, even as she tried to pull away. "Wait, just a moment-gnnghuuah-!"

Page's one-armed hug around her diaphragm knocked the wind out of her, and she let out a gasp with what little air was left in her. It was like being stuck in a giant vice that kept squeezing, tighter and tighter. How was Page strong enough to do that? He was twice her...well, what she originally thought was her age at least!

Meanwhile, Garnet's agent shot a death glare at Terry.

"This is your fault! She's going to lose the gig at this rate! What have you got to say for yourself!"