The brunette son of Hyperion took a deep breath as he listened to the person beside him ramble, his eyes filled with admiration. Gods, did Lennon or Ryder, those sons of Eros and Anteros shoot him? Danny wasn’t sure, but he knew he was enamoured. Merely the look on their face of pure joy gave him enough serotonin to last a day without Spotify!

Danny leaned back on his hands, the brown fingerless gloves gave the spiky grass a soft feel on his palms. It was nice, but then again, so was everything here!