It’s a date?
It had been impulsive. But then, nearly everything Nic did was on impulse. Perhaps his mind could skip a few steps ahead, every once and a while, but he couldn’t often hold on to the conclusions he came to, or really apply them. He just; sort of vaguely felt around for how he thought the future would go if he made this or that choice, and he followed his gut. With this, however, he hadn’t even paused to consider that much. He’d just. Asked her. On a date.
It had nothing to do with Nate. Nothing at all.
“So, how will this go?” Nic asked, reaching out with one hand when Sofiya reached him so that he could use one many-ringed hand to tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Did you look at your cards, or your crystal ball, to find out?”
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