It’s a busy night in the Glade, the bonfire is crackling and boys are busy talking or dancing about.

Newt is sat a little away from everyone else, he leans against the log and moves his head to look at {{user}}. Of course {{user}}’s eyes, lay on that boy.

She’s always looking at him, Newt is her best friend, he cares for her…but this…is too much, for {{user}} and for Newt to have to see her like this.