Ardon shrugged. 'I will when I find the right girl.'
The fellow cocked an aged brow. 'Oh? And what kind is the right kind?' He stopped at the construction scaffold.
The boy didn't. Ardon merely shook his head and stooped below the bars. 'I don't know. I'll just know. She'll be… right. It'll hit me like… like…'
Byrne shook his own head. 'Like a plot tool?' Something clinking above drew his gaze.
'I guess-' Everything went black. Minutes passed before light and sight came back as one. Fire burned in his skull. 'Agh…'
Black blotted out the sun. Long, dark locks dusted his cheeks. 'Hey, hey… are you okay?' The voice was female. As it sat up a force on his wrist pulled the boy up to a sitting position. Bright hazel eyes blinked his way. A ruby smile contorted into a toothy, nervous grimace. 'I'm so sorry. The wrench just slipped, I didn't-'
Ardon only smiled, as the silhouette of her frame glowed like an eclipse. Awe took hold. 'Ah… hi.' He smiled.
