having all eyes on him was something lyney had grown used to. so why was it that when your face joined the crowd, when you watched his shows, was he urging himself to perform his best tricks, search the masses for your cheering? why did he crave your attention when he didn't even know who you were?

he'd even taken up his brother's habit of talking to objects— gushing about this stranger who watched every show and how he longed to know their name.

he was head over heels for you.