Tris & Four; The first year
Formal– Words: 114
Being a Dauntless leader meant attending formal events with other faction delegates, which meant being in a room with his father. Something he was not happy about. Having Tris in the same room as Marcus, was a nightmare. His hands were sweaty as he tried and failed once again to tie the black bow tie Christina had demanded he wear.
"Having issues?" Zeek asked standing behind Tobias.
"These things are stupid"
"Stupid yes, but also a hit with the ladies" Zeek's grin was wide and knowing as he tied Tobias' bow tie perfectly. Christina and Tris entered emersed in conversation, they looked at Tobias and both stopped talking.
Zeek winked at Tobias, "Told you"
