AN: This actually stemmed from the observation that every character except Raz and his father have only four fingers. Raz and his father have five.
Hold My Hand
The last person who had held Lili's hand was her father. She was daddy's little girl, and despite the fact that she was growing up, she still liked to hold her father's hand. It was about connection, a sign of caring and love.
However, now, she was at camp, far from her father, and, though she'd never admit it, nervous. It was a new year, with new campers. She probably wouldn't know many people. It had only been one day, but she hadn't really connected with anyone. No instant friendships, nothing. Except Raz.
Raz fascinated Lili. He ran away from the circus and snuck into camp. It was just so weird that she had to learn more about him. The more she learned, the more she found there was to like.
And she did. She liked him a lot. She had even managed to gather her nerves and admit it. And he had even said he liked her too.
That was how they found themselves sitting side by side on a bench by the lodge, their hands dangerously close to touching.
Lili's eyes wandered to their hands, willing him to reach over and hold her hand. She was growing tired of waiting. Slowly, she inched her hand towards his. As his hand grew closer, she paused and quirked her head.
"You have an extra finger," she noted astounded, as she held her hand up in comparison.
"See," she continued, as she held their hands against each other's, palm to palm.
Both gazed at each other for a few seconds before their fingers slowly interlaced. Despite Raz's extra finger, Lili found that her hand fit quite comfortably in his.
They sat on the bench in silence, hands clasped, both smiling softly. Nine interlaced fingers between the two.
It wasn't weird. It was just Raz. Lili and Raz. Connected.