The first word

Lara remembered the events as if she was living them again, so vividly that it was scary. Even more than forgetting, maybe.

She was still holding her glass, the cocktail filling it to half. Nate was in front of her, and he looked... Oh, at the time, she couldn't know it, but he was worried.

She didn't know what a man like him was doing at the party, but seeing his younger self made her smile at the memory. His hair was messy, his eyes unresting. They widened when he saw her, and she stopped in her steps. They exchanged a long, meaningful look.

Then, Nate walked away from the people he was with and approached her. Without any trace of reluctance, he offered his hand.

The music was loud, preventing them from talking. However, they didn't need words to communicate. They knew they were safe with each other without the need to say it out loud.