“You’re lucky,” Lyric said genuinely, “I can’t wait to graduate school! Then I can dance all the time!” She twirled lightly on the spot, as if that was the embodiment of all dance, and grinned brightly. She loved dancing! It was everything to her, and always had been. One day she hoped to become a professional dancer, but her dream was to work for Cirque du Soleil – the tricks and aerial displays they did were absolutely amazing! She loved it when Nocturne took her to see a show, and hoped they’d be able to go to another one soon. They were so amazing. Lyric sighed wistfully, but cheered up again almost instantaneously.
“Awesome!” Lyric grinned, and when they were both walking in the direction of the Starbucks she was meeting Nocturne at, Lyric slipped her arm companionably through Chance’s, and began to point out all the tourist points as they walked by, telling him about each of them as much as she knew, and why he should or shouldn’t spend his time on them. Some of them were great, like the bowling alley she pointed out where she’d spent the evening with her dancing friends for Alice’s birthday. She also pointed out some of the restaurants she was particularly fond of, noting the best options they had for food.
“And that one is my favourite,” she said enthusiastically as they passed another restaurant, “They make the best curly fries.” Still clinging to Chance’s arm, Lyric looked up at him brightly. “What’s your favourite food?” she asked, curious and excited. “I love ice-cream, but I don’t eat it very often because of my diet, but that makes it even better, you know?”
“Awesome!” Lyric grinned, and when they were both walking in the direction of the Starbucks she was meeting Nocturne at, Lyric slipped her arm companionably through Chance’s, and began to point out all the tourist points as they walked by, telling him about each of them as much as she knew, and why he should or shouldn’t spend his time on them. Some of them were great, like the bowling alley she pointed out where she’d spent the evening with her dancing friends for Alice’s birthday. She also pointed out some of the restaurants she was particularly fond of, noting the best options they had for food.
“And that one is my favourite,” she said enthusiastically as they passed another restaurant, “They make the best curly fries.” Still clinging to Chance’s arm, Lyric looked up at him brightly. “What’s your favourite food?” she asked, curious and excited. “I love ice-cream, but I don’t eat it very often because of my diet, but that makes it even better, you know?”
