Quin waited by the main gate to the park, his head resting back against one of the tall brick pillars that marked the entrance.
Matheus slowed as he approached, trying to see Quin from Eleanor’s perspective. He was very tall. Woman liked tall men, right? Maybe that explained the blushing and necklace fiddling.
“Aw,” said Quin, looking over Matheus’ shoulder. “You broke her delicate little heart.”
Matheus glanced back at Eleanor. She walked in the direction her friends had gone, ponytail bobbing with each step.
“What are you talking about?” Matheus asked. “What was that act back there?”
Quin reached up, plucking a leaf off one of the oak trees that lined the gate on either side of the entrance. One of the branches dipped low, growing over the brick. Orange and yellow leaves littered the ground, the few that managed to escape the maintenance crew. Quin shredded the one he held along the veins threaded through the leaf. He smiled, lips curving up a fraction.
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