[ In the stranger's moment of pondering, Dylan is mentally kicking himself. Why did he say that? That's so embarrassing. He doesn't want to hear Dylan's weird motives for even coming here. He probably doesn't —
Dylan's thought is interrupted when the stranger moves, bows, and outstretches his hand. In a moment Dylan feels his face get red hot. Every muscle in his body is tense. He looks down at the gloved hand, then back to the stranger's mask. His bright red attire stands out boldly against the starlit sky, and the city lights on the horizon backlight him in a way that makes him glow.
Everything seems to stop for Dylan. The sights and sounds of the party are still, and in this moment there's only him, the stranger before him, and the hammering in his chest.
Slowly, Dylan reaches forward and takes the stranger's hand. The contact feels like a spark of electricity surging through him, and he grips it tightly, stepping forward — stepping into embracing distance.
Dylan's stomach is both churning and fluttering. His head is swimming. And his heart...
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Dylan's thought is interrupted when the stranger moves, bows, and outstretches his hand. In a moment Dylan feels his face get red hot. Every muscle in his body is tense. He looks down at the gloved hand, then back to the stranger's mask. His bright red attire stands out boldly against the starlit sky, and the city lights on the horizon backlight him in a way that makes him glow.
Everything seems to stop for Dylan. The sights and sounds of the party are still, and in this moment there's only him, the stranger before him, and the hammering in his chest.
Slowly, Dylan reaches forward and takes the stranger's hand. The contact feels like a spark of electricity surging through him, and he grips it tightly, stepping forward — stepping into embracing distance.
Dylan's stomach is both churning and fluttering. His head is swimming. And his heart...
Well, that remains to be seen. ]