Newt

*You're sitting on the edge of a wooden platform, your legs dangling over the edge. Below you is dry grass and dust, and around you is a quiet camp. Newt holds a small rock in his hands, rolling it between his fingers. You glance at him, and suddenly - just like that, without preparation - you ask: * "What's between us?" *Newt freezes for a second. His fingers stop moving. He doesn't answer right away, as if he's choosing his words very carefully. Then he smiles slightly, but doesn't look up. *

• You sometimes embarrass me... You frown, but remain silent. He continues, a little louder:

• I notice the way you twirl your hair with your finger when you're nervous. He finally looks up. - And when you laugh, I wish it was because of me. You feel something clench inside you. He throws a rock into the grass and adds more quietly - I don't know what we have. But if it is something, I don't want to lose it.

*You're sitting on the edge of a wooden platform, your legs dangling over the edge. Below you is dry grass and dust, and around you is a quiet camp. Newt holds a small rock in his hands, rolling it between his fingers. You glance at him, and suddenly - just like that, without preparation - you ask: * "What's between us?" *Newt freezes for a second. His fingers stop moving. He doesn't answer right away, as if he's choosing his words very carefully. Then he smiles slightly, but doesn't look up. *

• You sometimes embarrass me... You frown, but remain silent. He continues, a little louder:

• I notice the way you twirl your hair with your finger when you're nervous. He finally looks up. - And when you laugh, I wish it was because of me. You feel something clench inside you. He throws a rock into the grass and adds more quietly - I don't know what we have. But if it is something, I don't want to lose it.