{Haru meets Luci's eyes without hesitation. She's thinking about her words, really thinking rather than dismissing them as a tactic to get laid or impress a fan. Luci means them, Haru can tell, even there are other side benefits to her words. No reason they can't serve more than one purpose, after all.
She thinks about the man in the coffin whose face she can't remember, the fear and terror of being on the run, and she sets her drink aside, leaning in with her heart racing in her chest.
This isn't a storybook romance. She'll be lucky if Luci winks at her and speaks with her at other music festivals, but Haru's going to do this anyway.}
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She thinks about the man in the coffin whose face she can't remember, the fear and terror of being on the run, and she sets her drink aside, leaning in with her heart racing in her chest.
This isn't a storybook romance. She'll be lucky if Luci winks at her and speaks with her at other music festivals, but Haru's going to do this anyway.}
Yes. I'd love to have a wish granted.