Blount Winter Formal: Act II

The time as the day grows conscious. It is too early to be worried, so now they simply wait. It is a little awkward together but mostly casual as they go about daily things. They hang out, laugh about things, but don't talk about the evening that awaits them. It is a secret, a holy thing. It must wait. So they both look at one another and know - but mustn't let its whispers be heard. And so they wait...a little more...