Sebastia ushered people off the sidewalk, threw a rock at John's window, lit the fuse, and ran. She saw him come to the window just as the small, fiery fountain began bubbling out of the tube. It lit up the surrounding area in shades of blue and white, leaving a soft, crackling in the air. Sebastia jogged across the street and headed up to John's apartment. He was still standing at the window, so she stood beside him.
"You did this," he inquired with a chuckle.
"Yeah. I can't watch real fireworks without wanting to shoot back, and that's not exactly an option. So, I found these. They're pretty too."
"And what's the occasion? Why are we having fireworks?" John glanced down at her, eyebrow raised.
"I just wanted to light something."