Ooh, so close! Just a few inches away from the bullâs eyes.
âWatch and learn, grasshopper,â Kai steps in to take his turn at the target.
He takes a moment to aim his knife, but his throw doesnât just miss the target, it bounces off.
âDammit!â My cocky friend is humbled.
âWell, I learned something. I learned what to do,â I pull the knives out of the wooden target.
âWhy is this so much harder than archery?â
âBecause the learning curve for archery is easier, and in my opinion more practical. But weâve got to master this.â
âI donât think the knives are balanced.â
âThe knives are fine. Try again,â I hand him back the two blades.
Kai groans, as he takes the knives. With my arms folded, I watch him, and to my surprise, a little fairy joins me.
âOh, where did you come from, little guy?â I pet the silver cutie perched on my shoulder.
âIâve been sent to you by Anita Gables. She has a message for you.â
âAnita? What does she want?â she hasnât stopped thinking of me and I canât help but smile, but the size of my grin seems to annoy Kai.
âOh, no. Not again,â his shoulders drop. âThat girl is going to get you in trouble sooner than you think.â Kai shakes the end of the knife at me.
âHmmm!â in offense, the winged messenger jerks up her chin at him.
âPay no attention to him, heâs grouchy because they donât allow him to take naps as he did back home.â
âAnita Gables is asking if you could use a study break and go see about the city. She wants to meet you at The Botanical Garden.â
âTell her Iâm on my way,â I walk a little past the pillars and send away the fairy back into the open.
âI canât believe youâre doing this,â this time he doesnât miss.
âDonât worry, Kai. No matter what, youâre still my main bitch,â I plead for him to let me go.
âGo, I tell ya. Itâs over, I tell ya. By the time you come back, Iâll have all your stuff thrown out. Iâm keeping our pet dust bunnies though,â his laugh signals me to go before he changes his mind.
âThanks, Kai.â
I hope I look okay. My hands canât help, but keep fixing my blazerâs collar as I approach the gardenâs gates.
âHey,â a sweet voice joins in the chirping of the songbirds.
âHi,â I turn around.
âHave you been here before?â she places her hand under my arm.
âNo, I havenât,â her shining eyes are as magnetic as ever. âLead the way.â
I donât know when, but somehow in our mid-walk through the orange leaf-bearing trees and oversized flowers, our link at arms broke. Down the trail gilded by the rosy sunbeams, our hands are kept down and are busy playing a teasing game with each otherâs fingers. Her smooth touch lingers at the back of my hand and sends electric pulses down to my fingertips. As much as I want to, I wonât be the one to give in taking her hand.
âYou know Iâm going to win this, right,â she smiles at the ground.
âNo, Iâm going to win.â
âI bet youâll take my hand before we get to the end of this walking path.â
âAlright. Youâre on.â
We keep up this game as we cross a simple bridge over a diamond-spackled creek. I donât know why, but Anita takes a step from me and her hand is nowhere close to mine anymore. I turn my head to see where sheâs going, wondering if Iâve offended her by keeping our game going on for too long. In a split second, I come to realize that sheâs actually freefalling.
She already won, but I donât realize it until I reach for her. My hand grabs onto hers and stops her from taking a plunge into the water. I donât lose the momentum and pull her back in. The force of this rescue is greater than I anticipated it to be and the pull sends her crashing into me. Her face blushes, but she doesnât push away. Instead, she takes roots into my chest.
âSee, I told you Iâd win,â her whisper sends a shiver down my spine.
âI think I can learn to like it,â I smile.
âDo you want to make another bet?â her eyes drop down to my mouth and climb back up.
âWhy bother,â happily, I take my losses and feel my warm defeat radiate from her cheek and into the palm of my hand. My final downfall is in her strawberry kiss.