Sylvain held you carefully in his arms during the dance, lips twitching in a nervous smile. He was usually better than this - but here he was, treating you like pretty porcelain.

How odd, he thought, how his behavior changed so drastically when near you.

Now, his obnoxious personality was muted, lips shut as he spun you around, and wore a grin every time you laughed.

You were easy to be with. He didn’t have to hide behind falsities, or a wide smile and an ‘it’s fine’.

Easy felt good.