"Hey... you wanted to talk?"

Remington had texted Nicolette to meet him at the park. She knew he didn't mean the park, he meant their park. Nicolette couldn't even remember when Remington put his number in her phone, but she knew that he texted her almost immediately when her practice ended. However, it must have just been a coincidence. It's not like Remington was stalking Nicolette, right? And why would she think of it as their park?

"Um, yeah." Remington launched himself to his feet, off his swing and he started to awkwardly offer Nicolette the seat only to watch her fall into the one beside him. "Right." He whispered to himself, sitting back down. Both of them were grateful that the swings forced them to face forward, so they didn't have to face their problems. A long silence stretched between the two as they refused to look at each other. A silence long enough for Nicolettes small attention span to drain, and she stared daydreaming.

She was dancing, and she loved it. It was glamorous, her thin skirt flowing up and dipping like thick curtains. Picture perfect. Nicolette couldn't remember the last time she had loved dancing as much as she did now. Her twirl lead her to spin past the audience, and a pair of brown eyes locked with hers until she spun to see the backdrop again. He was there, and her smile grew. He was there for her, and when she spun around again she would see—

"Nicolette?"
"Huh? Sorry, I think I zoned out." Nicolette turned her head and smiled sheepishly at Remington, who had an amused smirk painting his face. "Am I that boring?" He asked, faking offense. Nicolette giggled briefly, thinking about how entirely un-boring Remington actually was. "No, no sorry, I just have the attention span of a goldfish." Luckily, her quip enticed a laugh from a pair of lips Nicolette couldn't believe she was lusting after.

After all, she told herself no.

"So, again, you wanted to talk?" She prompted, and Remington's eyes flickered with an emotion that went too fast for her to trace. Nicolette prided herself on reading others (although she'd never say that at loud), and she was groundingly disappointed to find she was unable to read Remington in this moment. "Um, yeah? I mean, assuming you didn't have anything to say..?" Remington asked hesitantly. Nicolette raised an eyebrow at him, calling him out without words. He was point blank stalling. Remington sighed in defeat and shook his head. "About the kiss..." he started, but cut himself off when he heard Nicolette sigh suddenly.

"What?" He asked, smiling a little in confusion. Nicolette paled, guilty that he caught her obvious relief. "Nothing, go on." She relented. Her face was flushing with a light pink, and her eyes were wide and bright. Remington lost his train of thought. "I- Uh, I don't think it should happen again..." he said quietly, looking away from Nicolette. He didn't want to see her response. Remington wasn't malicious, he just wasn't emotionally available. He heard Nicolette sigh, and the swing's chains squeak as she pushed herself back. "Yeah, I get it. I agree."

"What? Really?" Remington couldn't deny that he wasn't shocked. He actually slightly expected her to fight back. "You seem disappointed?" Nicolette pointed out, confused. This was what he wanted, right? So why would he be disappointed that she agreed? "I guess I just expected a more.. volatile reaction." Remington admitted, shrugging and standing up. A gust of wind whipped across his face, the strength of it making him stumble back slightly. His cigarette flew out from behind his ear, but he didn't notice.

"I'm a pretty agreeable person, Remington. Besides, why get aggressive when we kissed once? That's just possessive and creepy." Nicolette said matter of factly, swinging higher as she talked. Remington watched her as her momentum sent up as high as the swing would go without flipping over the bar. At the top, Nicolette straightened her arms, clenched her fists on the swing, and as she fell back she laid flat in the swing, tipping backwards briefly. "Ah shit." Nicolette cussed quietly at the jarring rebalancing. "You ok?" Remington asked, leaning against the swings anchor.

Nicolette smiled, her hair whipping behind her as she swung forward, and getting caught on her chapstick as she fell backwards. She wanted to say "no, we could've had the world," but what actually came out was, "Yeah, I'm great." If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed the brief hurt in Remington's eyes. "That's good." He said softly.