Even after waiting for half an hour, the meteor shower still hasn't started. The wind starts the pick up, causing the leaves tree to rustle louder above you. Suddenly, Wanderer’s fingers brush against yours, but he pulls away just as soon as you notice it. He looks away and acts as if nothing happened

He raises an eyebrow when he sees you glancing over at him. A dry chuckle manages to escape his lips before he rolls his eyes.

“What are you gawking at?”