Noah swallowed, shuffled his feet. King could actually see him gathering up his courage to say something to Callie, and King found himself rooting hard for the younger man.
“Your sculpture is good too,” Noah finally whispered.
King shut his eyes in relief, in disbelief.
“Is it?” Callie whispered back. “You’ve – you’ve seen it?”
Noah nodded.
The silence stretched out between them, and King fought with himself to not fill it, to stay totally still.
“I like you,” Noah blurted. “I think you’re nice.”
Callie blushed a bright red.
“Pretty, too,” Noah added, obviously crazed with courage at this point.
“I – you – thank you,” Callie murmured.
More silence.
“I like you too,” Callie said. “I think you have nice eyes.”
Noah turned purple. “Thank – thank you.”
King bit his lip to stop a
