A massive tank filled with silver-scaled fish that darted in synchronized patterns, their movements creating mesmerizing spirals of reflected light.
Children pressed against the glass, their excited chatter echoing off the curved walls.
Neville glanced down at their joined hands, then up at Grayson's face.
"We're not in the crowd anymore," he pointed out, trying to sound casual about it.
Grayson's thumb traced a small circle against the back of his hand.
"Hmm~, yeah. No," he agreed. "We're not."
But then Grayson didn't say anything more, nor explain anything. His expression didn't give anything away either.
Neville's heart suddenly felt complicated.
'Okay, fine. This is fine. This is totally normal. Friends hold hands all the time. Colleagues hold hands. Bosses definitely hold hands with their secretaries on fake dates. Nothing unusual here whatsoever.'
[Host, you're really adorable, adorable. ♡^▽^♡]
'I know, but don't be so weird about it.'
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