[Lux is lost in the haze of the emotions around them and the thump of the speaker, as they tend to land most nights, when someone approaches.
And gods, she’s pretty.
They miss what she says entirely the first time, and she laughs, and they might do just about anything to get to see her laugh again.
She repeats herself, inviting them to dance, and offers a hand out. And who would they be to tell her no?
When they tell her that they don’t know what they’re doing, she leans in like she’s sharing a secret, despite having to raise her voice over the speakers, and says that she doesn’t either.
She says that they can not know together.
And they dance.
And Lux is sure they look a little silly, but it’s okay.
And at some point, she leans over to them.
And she asks if she can kiss them.
And they don’t know how to answer but to nod.
And her hands are warm on their cheeks.
And they can taste sugar on her lips.
And they can feel her smile before she pulls back, and they’re not entirely caught up with themselves enough to process what she says.
And she hugs them.
And she waves.
And she leaves.
And they wave back, and they’re not sure if she sees.
And she almost skips in her walk, and the colored lights catch in her hair and make her look like a painting before they loose sight of her.
And they just stand there for a while after that.
And when they do make their way back to their seat, they’re a little too flustered to pay attention to their surroundings again.
They can still taste her on their lips.]
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