Ville Tournament I

"Do you ever think we'll get to the 'normal' parts I read about? Like, you know, the cute pet names, or the overly long conversations about nothing?"

"Cute pet names? You don't strike me as a 'babe' or 'honey' type."

"Maybe not. Maybe something more creative," she joked her laughter light and teasing.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. You're the one who's good with words," she teased again.

"I'll work on it."

We sat there for a while longer, talking about her life. Somehow, it felt like we'd known each other longer than we actually had like we'd skipped past all the formality and dove straight into it. A whole uear of growing closer made it all natural.

Eventually, the night grew colder, and we started heading back toward the city center. As we walked, Jean leaned her head against my shoulder, her voice soft as she spoke.

Suddenly she pulled me into an alley and hugged me, whispering into my ear.

"Take me," she said.