Carnival


The midnight wind comes creeping to his skin, it wasn't that cold but it sends tingles down to his spine and he laughs.

She looks at him in question, eyebrow raised. Jack swayed his head in acknowledgment as if to say there's nothing wrong - only he's just incredibly happy tonight.

She looks away and stared at the stage. Jack kept his gaze on her. And it felt like there's no other people and no performers going on about their exhibitions. There is just her.

Elsa.

He'd finally ask her out —"It'll be fun, I promise! Good friends going to a show." Okay, it's not actually a date, but he's contented.

Then she sharply looks at him, finally noticing his heated stare, "What?"

Jack's cheeks reddened, he turned his eyes away from her delicate features and looked ahead, "Nothing."

You just look so beautiful.

But he couldn't say that, not today, not tomorrow, perhaps someday he could.

For now, he'll have to wait and hide his beaming smile when he glanced at her —snuggling the stuffed polar bear he'd won on a tossing game earlier just for her.