Children and other visitors had begun to gather, pointing excitedly at the unprecedented congregation of marine life. Parents lifted their kids onto their shoulders for a better view.
A teenager started livestreaming, her light brain capturing the hundreds of fish that had abandoned their normal swimming patterns to cluster around one specific section of the tunnel.
"They really like this spot," a man commented to his partner.
"Must be feeding time," the partner replied.
If only they knew.
Grayson glanced down at Neville, a question in his silver eyes. "They seem... to like you."
Neville didn't know what expression he had when he turned his eyes towards Grayson.
He just thought, like me? I don't think so.
'—his companion is looking at him!'
'Such tender gazes!'
'This is just like the dramas the maintenance worker watches during her breaks!'
'Take me when you watch her next time!'
'But, they moved that weird screen somewhere.'
'Aww…'
'It's always moving.'
'BOOO!'
