Peter bows his chest. He stares the man down as he stumbles through the crowd. Sighing, he looks at Sarah. Sarah shrugs and looks up at him. He stares for a moment. Raising his hand, he hesitates, then runs his thumbs over her eyebrows.
Sarah leans back. Arching an eyebrow, she looks between him and his hands.
Peter shrugs. “They were frosted over.” He offers his crooked grin
Sarah’s cheeks grow hot as she tucks a stray hair away. “Oh.” She grins, letting out a light huff. “Well, thanks.” She glances over the crowd. “Oh, is that an empty table?” She points to the far wall, hoping he can’t hear her heart beat.
Peter looks across the crowd, spotting an empty table with two tall-back benches on either side. Taking her hand, he leads the way through the tight crowd.
Sarah atempts to stop
