Frenda, sitting next to Ian, leaned in slightly. Her hand cautiously grasped Ian's.
And then, fireworks bloomed in the sky. The fireworks display had begun.
The fireworks shot toward the heavens, emitting a brilliant light that splendidly embroidered the night sky.
Frenda held Ian's hand in silence for a while.
No special conversation followed between the two.
Due to the noise of the fireworks and the cheers filling the city, they likely wouldn't have heard each other even if they spoke.
With his hand held by Frenda, Ian, who had been silently watching the fireworks, turned his head slightly to look at her.
Having glanced over at the same time, Frenda and Ian's eyes met.
As their gazes met, Frenda flinched in surprise, but she didn't look away. Her face only grew a shade redder.
Holding hands and maintaining eye contact for a few seconds.
Naturally, their lips met.
It wasn't a sudden theft, nor a secret act while one was sleeping.
