It was a noisy day - there was a fair going on in the city. Music, crowds of people, the smell of sweets in the air. You walked next to Dream, holding his hand, and tried to enjoy the atmosphere. But then at one of the counters, a saleswoman, a sweet girl with sparkling eyes, spoke to him too animatedly when he came up to buy something for the two of you.

She laughed a little louder than necessary, adjusted her hair with every word and looked at him as if he were the sun among the clouds. And he... politely responded, of course. Smiling in his soft way. And this - this is exactly what - made your stomach clench unpleasantly.

You said nothing. You didn't frown, you didn't roll your eyes. You just squeezed his hand a little tighter than usual and looked away, as if examining the crowd. But inside, everything was seething. — "So why is she laughing like that? Does he like it?.. And why is he smiling so warmly?.. He's with me..."

Dream answered something else to the girl, paid and returned to you, handing you the bag. His gaze immediately fell on your face. You were smiling, but there was something forced in that smile, too even.

He stepped closer, his fingers intertwining with yours a little tighter.

“Y/N… is something wrong?” — he asked, quietly, so that no one around could hear.

You just shook your head, pretending that everything was fine. But he leaned a little lower, and his wing slid along your back, as if hugging you.

“Do you think I don’t feel it?.. When you start speaking more quietly… when you look away, but your hand becomes tense…”

His voice sounded almost like a whisper, soft, but piercing. He knew. He always felt.

“Are you jealous?” — he finally said, right in your ear, almost smiling.