Tris & Four; The first year

Thanks – Words: 117

The knife went hurtling towards the target with such precision he himself was impressed. He wasn't sure how long she had been in here, throwing knives, but by the looks of the pink hue in her cheeks it had been a while. This was her favourite way of letting off steam, something must be bothering her. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Tris threw her last knife, hitting the target's bullseye. Without a word, he walked to the target and retrieved the several knives she had already thrown. Walking back towards her, he handed them to her, hilt first. She didn't' have to say anything, the look she gave him told him all she needed to convey, "Thanks"