[Party wasn't exactly what Cam was expecting, when he'd returned from his brief workout of the day; he does that a lot now, workout, like he used to back before. It keeps his head clear.
Anyway, a shower, an alert from Lucette of the message on the door, a few awkward run-ins-- it all leads to a small strangled yelp of Maya! and him trekking down to the cafeteria, because if she put work into it he wouldn't shy away, even if parties aren't exactly his speed.
If the party was a surprise, then the song is something else, because from the very first line it's very clear to him how specific it is. Lucette practically rocks out next to him, and Salamon bobs his head at Cam's feet, though Cam himself half wants to disappear into the ground, but--
But the more it goes on, with the light shining above Maya's head, the crest, the nerves calm. The rising anxiety shifts to admiration. She did all this for him. Threw together a band, even. She looks very pretty, in that dress, and he knows how rarely she gets dressed up-- and how much he's messed up in that regard. Heat rushes to his face, but he lets it, and he slowly walks closer to the stage, as she goes on.
At it's close, he's standing right at the front, clapping gently. He looks up at Maya.]
So. [Quiet, husky, loud enough so she can hear.] Jersey Boy, huh?
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Anyway, a shower, an alert from Lucette of the message on the door, a few awkward run-ins-- it all leads to a small strangled yelp of Maya! and him trekking down to the cafeteria, because if she put work into it he wouldn't shy away, even if parties aren't exactly his speed.
If the party was a surprise, then the song is something else, because from the very first line it's very clear to him how specific it is. Lucette practically rocks out next to him, and Salamon bobs his head at Cam's feet, though Cam himself half wants to disappear into the ground, but--
But the more it goes on, with the light shining above Maya's head, the crest, the nerves calm. The rising anxiety shifts to admiration. She did all this for him. Threw together a band, even. She looks very pretty, in that dress, and he knows how rarely she gets dressed up-- and how much he's messed up in that regard. Heat rushes to his face, but he lets it, and he slowly walks closer to the stage, as she goes on.
At it's close, he's standing right at the front, clapping gently. He looks up at Maya.]
So. [Quiet, husky, loud enough so she can hear.] Jersey Boy, huh?