Atticus watched her with a piqued interest; he wanted to flatter her. He wanted to jump over the seats, cup her face and kiss her again - make his dream a reality, if it’d even been one. Natsuko Mountbatton had been on his mind for weeks, more so when Poppy had brought up that damn matchmaker… His eyes flicked up to hers and he couldn’t help but offer her a slight smile as she finally glanced back from the stage. What she was thinking was beyond him, so as she seemed to stumble over her words, he stood up and moved a single seat closer to her, keeping a few in between them.

He liked hearing those words come from her mouth; Atticus reached out to take her hand but then thought better of it, draping his arm across the back of the chair. “Then I think I should spend more time in your company.” There wasn’t even an, if you’d like attached to that; it was a statement, something that Atticus was going to do, and if it happened to blow up in his face he could at least say he tried. “And if that’s the case, I think Atticus would be more proper than Mister Foxwood.” His eyes turned toward her and he felt his heart beating heavily against his chest. Still, he felt light, like he could take on the entire world being around her.

Tossing a look over his shoulder to ensure her chaperone was still asleep, Atticus reached out to take her hand in his.

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