Coin Tricks

by Willow Scarlett

“And don’t say girly like it’s an insult. Girls are cool.”

A gift from the hands is a gift from the soul.”

Sid was giving me something from his soul

But I wasn’t really thinking about Asimov. I was thinking about how Sid’s freckled face lit up when he talked.

awh. <3

I heard him say quietly, “Wiremu.” “Yeah?” “Just making sure I don’t forget your name.”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Are you hitting on me?” Sid’s grip was trembling but he didn’t look away. “Would it be okay if I was?” “Yeah.” My voice was dry-throat croaky. “That would be great.” “Then... yes. I’m hitting on you.”

“Hey Wire.” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper. He held my eyes and asked, “Are you watching closely?” He tugged. The string pulled tight against the back of my neck and I was dragged forward. That was Sid: brave when I couldn’t be. He darted forward so quickly that it hurt when his lips smacked into mine.