Chapter song: Obsolete - Tame Impala
Kenneth was the first to arrive at the meadow, which was a first since Lucien always made it a habit of getting there first.
Kenneth remembered the exact words he'd told him when he'd mentioned how early he always was. "I like the waiting."
The Anchor hadn't understood what he meant then, but he did now. Those words were an indirect way of saying he liked waiting for him. His stomach stirred at the thought.
"I guess it was pretty obvious he liked me," he mumbled under his breath.
"Who liked you?" A deep voice called behind him.
His head whipped around, and he was met with the Striker who'd been tormenting him more than his nightmares. Lucien stood there wearing a light jacket over his dark grey sweater. He looked good even in bummy clothes. It was insane how blessed he was in terms of proportions. Anything he wore fit him perfectly, like he'd put in an effort even when he hadn't.
