6. Obsession
It was one thing to love band.
It was another entirely to be obsessed as she was. Every time she heard a marching band, it was like a magnet drew her eyes and ears. She literally lived and breathed everything, every experience that was band, and it was wonderful.
It was unsurprising to see that she missed the eyes that followed her every move and smiled with his own delicious obsession. He knew the curve of her shoulder and the hue of her eyes better than anyone around. And one day, he was going to tell her about it.