I look up by centimeters, certain he can’t be talking to me because he hasn’t all night, but he’s looking right at me. Head turned away from Janie, who has wandered over to join Takira’s small circle.
“What?” I manage, stalling.
“You laughed. What’s funny?”
“No, I—”
“So you didn’t just laugh, standing here by yourself?” he asks, no smile in sight.
“Not laugh, exactly.” I bite my lip and shove my hands deeper into my jacket pockets.
His brows raise knowingly.
“Okay, so I chuckled. Maybe snorted. I snuckled.”
He tilts his head, and lo and behold, those full lips twitch at the corners the slightest bit. “So what made you snuckle?”
I shake my head and hope he’ll let it go.
He doesn’t.
“Tell me,” he says, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
Incidentally, that blazer and hoodie really is a very good look for him.
“Oh, good grief,” I huff. “It was the look on your face.”
“When I was talking to…” He tips his head in Janie’s direction and I nod. “What was the look?”
“It wasn’t impatience, exactly.”
“Are you sure?”
“And not irritation.”
“It may have been.”
“It was more this kind of… forced tolerance.”
His almost-smile deepens a little. “That does sound accurate.”
We stare at one another for a few seconds, the plumes of our breath mingling in the cold night air. And then we grin together. It’s the first full-fledged smile I’ve seen from him. It’s dazzling, sketching grooves into his lean cheeks, and I feel such a sense of accomplishment, winning that smile. I retract everything I thought about him not really being handsome.
Because when he smiles, he is. He so is.
“Dude, you ready?” Wright asks, walking up beside us.
“Yeah.” Canon breaks our stare, his smile disappearing as quickly as it came. “I’m whipped. Let’s go.”
“Neevah, so good to see you again.” Wright pulls me into a side hug and squeezes. “Congratulations.”
I look up at him, offering a smile. “Thank you again for coming.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it. You were great. If you’re ever in LA, don’t hesitate to hit me up.”
“Will do.” I studiously train my eyes on Wright’s face, and do my best to ignore his taciturn friend.
The two men turn and take the few steps that lead them away from me and this extraordinary night. I’m about to join my friends and head toward the subway when I feel a light touch on my arm. I look up and shock rolls through me. Shock and a thrill. It’s Canon.
