Orchestra

Leo looks down at Cassy, a little smile quirking the corner of his mouth. Studying her eyes in the soft light for a moment, he seems to hesitate, but then finally takes her hand. His touch was warm and gentle as he pulls her a little closer, his hand going to her waist. She didn't have to hum... he heard the melody that only one's heart could detect.

Swaying and turning slowly, Leo's steps are light. He leads the way around the brick patio, turning as they glide around the fountain and under the glowing lights. It was as if an orchestra was playing just for them, but nobody else could hear it.

A few passersby stopped and took note of them, but Leo didn't notice. His eyes were on Cassy's, feeling her flowing motion as she danced with him.


"Uh..." Sketch stands lamely, still staring at the car. "I... I don't know how... how it... we... we can't call Roth, are you kidding? What do we tell them? 'Your car's gone girly'?!"

Sketch blinks. "No, I tell you what we're going to do." He bunches up the tarp and passes it off to Crash. "Here. We're going to load it up and we're going to cover it, and take it... just like it is. And... and... and when we get there, we'll just park and... and let Roth do whatever he wants. I mean maybe he wanted..."

His eyes drift back to the car and he shakes his head. "Naw... just... we'll just take it."