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βI donβt know,β Rowan says, his tone teasing but honest. βYouβre unpredictable. Itβs kind of terrifyingβ¦ and I like it.β
Sybil smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. βLucky for you, I like you too. So no slapping. Not yet, anyway.β
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Rowan tugs gently on her hand, guiding her closer until sheβs sitting on his lap.
βI might be clueless,β he admits with a sheepish smile, βbut when I went in for that kiss earlierβ¦ I was half-convinced you were gonna slap me.β
Sybil chuckles. βYou really think Iβd slap you for that?β
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βI think itβs pretty obvious I like you, Rowan,β Sybil says, her voice calm but laced with something that makes Rowanβs breath catch.
He blinks, taken off guard despite everything thatβs already happened between them tonight.
βππ£π·πͺπ°πΆπ΄?β he repeats.
βYeah. You really needed me to spell it out?β
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βMaybe we did take too long,β Sybil says, rising from the bench. But before she can take a single step, Rowanβs hand closes around hers, firm yet hesitant, pulling her back.
βI donβt regret it,β he says, his voice low, rougher than he intended.
βI never said I did,β she murmurs.
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βIngrid just texted,β Rowan mutters. βShe said she wasnβt feeling okay and went home. Thatβsβ¦ weird.β
Sybil leans back, brow furrowing. βWeird how?β
βI donβt know,β Rowan says, staring at the message as if it might explain itself. βShe seemed fine earlier. Laughing, jokingβ¦ and now she just left?β
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It feels like something inside her cracks. She forces herself to look away, but the image burns in her mind, searing and sharp. Her heart sinks, heavy and unspoken, as she turns to leave before either of them notices her.
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Ingrid breath catches, her chest tightening as the scene unfolds in front of her. The quiet closeness, the way Rowanβs hand lingers against Sybilβs cheek, the way Sybil smiles like this moment belongs to her alone.
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For a few heartbeats, the world outside doesnβt exist, just the warmth of her mouth on his, the sweet taste of cotton candy lingering on her lips, and the dizzying realization that he could stay like this forever.
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Almost instinctively, they lean closer. When their lips finally meet, itβs soft at first. But neither of them pulls back. The kiss lingers, deepening as Rowan shifts slightly to angle closer, his free hand brushing against her cheek.
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Sybil tilts her head slightly, her smile softening when she notices he hasnβt budged. βWhat?β
He shakes his head, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. βNothing. Justβ¦ I like this.β
Her brows arch. βHolding my hand? Didnβt think youβd admit it so easily.β
βMaybe Iβm full of surprises.β
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Sybil grabs his hand, her fingers slipping easily between his as if itβs the most natural thing in the world. βCome on,β she says with a grin, giving a small tug. βLetβs find Ingrid.β
But they donβt move. Rowan doesnβt know why, but suddenly, walking isnβt the most important thing.
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βI donβt know,β he says with a small shrug. βI guess I thought you were more about computers andβ¦ logic stuff. Not giant stuffed animals.β
She smirks, eyes gleaming with playful challenge. βJust because I like coding and gaming doesnβt mean I donβt enjoy being a girl, Rowan. I contain multitudes.β
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βHa!β Sybil cheers. βI knew youβd do it!β
Rowan canβt help but smile as he passes it to her. βI didnβt really picture you as the type whoβs into these things.β
βWhatβs that supposed to mean?β
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Rowan steps up to the stall, the weight of Sybilβs expectant gaze burning into the side of his face. The first ball bounces off the rim of a cup. He exhales, blocking out the noise of the fair. He focuses, his arm steady, and with the next throw, the ball lands neatly inside a cup.
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They keep walking, weaving through the crowd in search of Ingrid, but the fair is designed to distract.
βOh! I want one of those big plushies!β she declares. βWin me one? πππ¦π’π΄π¦?β
βππ¦?β he asks, following her reluctantly. βWhatβs going on with you today?β
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βOh my Watcher, you were right. Rowan, you look like youβre being held hostage by the camera. This isβOh, πΈπ°πΈ, this oneβs even worse!β
For a moment, the noise of the funfair fades, the flashing lights and crowded walkways disappearing around them. Itβs just her, holding that photo strip.
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βBecause itβs fun,β Sybil says, rolling her eyes like itβs the most obvious thing in the world. βCome on, itβs a tradition. You canβt go to a fair and not take a silly picture.β
Rowan crosses his arms, feigning resistance. βI donβt do silly pictures.β
βOh, you will. Trust me.β
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On their way to find Ingrid, they pass a photo booth tucked between two game stalls, its bright flashing lights catching Sybilβs eye.
βOh! Letβs take a picture!β she exclaims, already tugging on Rowanβs sleeve.
βWhat?β Rowan stops, staring at the booth like itβs an alien artifact. βWhy?β
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Sybil snorts. βEat me alive? It was literally a foam prop with googly eyes!β
βYeah, well, it looked real in the dark,β he mutters defensively, though his ears burn red. βI was protecting you.β
Sybil grins, leaning closer with a teasing spark in her eyes. βAw, my big, brave haunted-house puncher.β
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βOh my Watcher, Rowan, you just punched the haunted house!β Sybil bursts out laughing the moment they step outside. βI swear, Iβve never seen anyone swing at a fake skeleton before.β
Rowan laughs. βIt jumped at you! What was I supposed to do? Just let it eat you alive?β
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Rowan follows Sybil into the haunted house, the smell of fog machine mist and old wood mixing with the eerie music playing overhead. The dim lights and sudden bursts of sound make his shoulders tense, but he keeps telling himself itβs just a ride. Just fake scares. Nothing real.
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Rowan narrows his eyes. βYouβre ditching me with π©π¦π³? Sheβs going to spend the entire time trying to scare me more than the actual ride.β
Sybil smirks. βOh, absolutely. Thatβs the plan.β
Ingrid laughs. βGood luck surviving her and the haunted house, hero.β
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βYou want to come?β Sybil asks, turning to Ingrid with a raised brow.
Ingrid hesitates, glancing at the looming haunted house ride with its flickering lights and eerie sound effects. βHmmβ¦ maybe you two can go first? Itβs just a ride for two anyway. Iβll hop on the next one.β
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βHaunted house? As in, actual jump scares? Fake blood? Creepy clowns?β
Sybil leans in, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. βOh, donβt tell me the mighty Rowan Laos is scared of a little haunted house.β
βIβm not scared,β he says quickly. His tone, however, betrays a hint of nervousness.
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