Holy s**t. Hunter blinked and almost missed a note. Not only did Sydney Peters turn around and acknowledge that he was playing a song for her, she actually winked at him. Sure, it was more of a f**k-you wink than a flirtatious one, but it was still progress. He’d tried everything since summer to get her to react. The Pink Panther song didn’t get her; neither did “Happy” or “Call Me Maybe.” Although he thought he’d gotten an eye roll for that last one.
He liked to flirt with the band members. It kept things interesting when they spent a bunch of time marching and getting yelled at. It never went anywhere beyond fun conversation. There was something about Sydney that made him relentless. She always looked borderline miserable coming to practice. He thought maybe she wasn’t a morning person,
