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Author's Note: This drabble was selected by daydreamer731. I couldn't decide which prompt to use and she picked "He," probably because it's one of the harder ones.


Eye Contact
084. He
by Fiyero Oberon

He may be short, but he's sweet, and to Nessarose that's all that counts.

He wears high waters and neckties and that strange purple hat. Nessarose doesn't exactly understand how someone of a Munchkin's stature could possibly find high watered pants, but he did it.

He pushes her chair through the halls, giving her arms a break from the constant wheeling. She makes sure she thanks him every time, but he just smiles and nods and runs off to class.

He kisses her cheek when she asks him to. He kissed her lips once, but that was Nessarose's doing. He leaned down to kiss her cheek as she asked him to, and just as his lips brushed her ear, she turned quickly and kissed him.

He never looks at her. She's noticed that within the past week. Well, she supposes that's not entirely true. He looks at her, but he never meets her gaze. Nessarose tries to attract his attention to her eyes by batting her long, dark lashes, but he never makes eye contact. It hurts her.

He is Boq.

And she loves him.