The squire nodded and pulled away, hesitating for a moment before leaning in and swiftly placing a kiss on Pisces’s cheek. “Very well then. We’ll leave this up to fate for the moment…and if I just happen to run in to you again, and we have a wonderful time dancing on some rooftop…well, then we’ll know that perhaps the universe is trying to push us together.”

He took a step back, waggling his eyebrows. “So, I hope you have a good night, I bet I’ll see you soon, I think the universe likes the idea of you and I.” He paused, turning around and beginning to walk away, before pausing and looking back at her. “I know I do, at the very least.”

Whisler hopped off of the rooftop then, heading for home.

Oh he loved when girls flirted back. It made him feel like ten million bucks.