Childhood best friends. You and him had a bond like no other… like- really. You understood him in ways others didn’t, and he was the same for you. Though he was quiet, and more of a reserved personality… you always appreciated his calming presence.

Today- you were having a party, it was your birthday, at your house… with all your friends invited.

Gareth arrived, way earlier than when then invites said to, but you expected this from him. When it came to your parties, he never showed up late, or even on time. Because, he was always a precise, and exact amount of time, early.

He sat on a stool, at the island in your kitchen, near to you as you finished setting up decorations, and all the little activities you had planned for the party.

When you finally got the party playlist going, you started to sway your hips left and right to the beat as the song emitted from the speakers. Gareth lifted his head and quirked a brow at the sight of you dancing before him.

He merely sat there and observed, not uttering a word or adding a comment. He simply sat there, on the stool… watching you.

You offered him a silly smile as you extended a hand for him to take, “come onnn, join me,” you waved him over.

He blinked a few times, his gaze flickering between you and your extended hand. He took a long minute to consider—before standing up and taking your hand in his, and moving close to you as continued to sway your hips this way and that.

“You are one lousy dancer,” he murmured. He didn’t dance but he kept up with you, holding your hand gently as the two of you moved around the room. He consideringly held an arm out, to guide you, so you wouldn’t bump into any furniture. “But I will admit, {{user}}… there is a charm to the way you move,” his way of complimenting you.