#cuz that motivates me to write more sonamy i think

[artsyannierose]

Catching Up (with an Umbrella) - Sonamy Fic

thanks @essycogany for the idea!!

Bright, green eyes peered over the windowsill, searching for their target in the overwhelmingly decorated cottage.

Target locked: in the kitchen

The intruder hops over the windowsill and lands on the wooden flooring without a sound, red shoes slowly inching further. Within the kitchen, the pink figure’s back remains turned while washing dishes in the sink and singing. The intruder creeps closer, gloved hands outstretched in front of him as he nears his target. Step by step, closer and closer…

”GOTCHA!!”

The shriek that pierced his ears was deserved honestly, as the dish Amy had been holding fell to the floor with a crash of broken glass. She whirled around in a frenzy of messy pink quills and a frazzled expression.

“Sonic! What the heck?!” Amy cried as she stared down at the hazardous minefield on her kitchen floor.

“Sorry Amy, my bad.” the blue hedgehog let go of her torso and shot her a guilty grin before dashing to her closet to snatch a broom and a dustpan. “Hang on, I’ll help you clean!”

”You better…you’re lucky that wasn’t one of my favorites,” Amy grumbled as she bent down to collect the larger shards. Sonic rapidly swept the floor clean and dumped the pieces in the trash, but an unamused glance from Amy stopped him in his tracks.

“What?” he asked.

”I hope you know that one sweep of broken glass doesn’t make it safe to walk around, right?” Amy raised an eyebrow at him. Sonic merely stared back at her, quizzical. “What do I do with you…?” Amy sighed, smiling fondly at her blue hero. “Grab a wet tissue for me, will you?”

”Yes ma’am,” Sonic saluted her before disappearing and reappearing in a flash with her request. Amy dabbed the floor, collecting the smaller pieces of broken glass still on the tiles before folding up the paper and handing to Sonic to discard. Amy’s fingers brushed against his briefly before he left to trash it.

It really didn’t matter how many times she held Sonic’s hand, just the mere idea of the physical contact of her hand with his was enough to awaken the butterflies in her stomach. She swooned as he returned, crouching to her level.

“So, is that all?” he asked her. “Are we done?”

”Um, one last thing,” Amy replied, a faint blush dusting her cheeks at the proximity. “Could you get the vacuum cleaner for me?” she asked him.

”Sure thing!” he winked at her and again dashed off. He returned not a millisecond later with the machine in hand, plugging in into a nearby outlet. Amy watched as he began to clean the last of the glass with the vacuum, doing a thorough job this time around.

It was funny how he pretty much knew where everything in her house was, just because he’d been here so many times by now. If Amy thought about it, his visits had become more and more frequent as of late. She never really had to direct him to anything; he knew her house just as well as she did. Of course, Sonic never officially called anywhere his home—that boy ran wherever he wished, his only master the wind that blows free—but if he had to say, his friends’ homes would be his choice. At least, Amy liked to think that he would perhaps call her his friends home…

”Alrighty, all done!” Sonic exclaimed, throwing a hand out to showcase his hard labor. Amy giggled and offered a light applause.

”My hero, whatever would I do without you?” She swooned, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead. “But you owe me an answer buddy. What the heck was that for?!”

”I said I was sorry! An innocent prank I swear!” Sonic’s quills stood up a bit as he tried to explain himself. Amy’s wrath could be scary, but fortunately this time she seemed more like she was just playing with him. “I…just stopped by to see the best hammer-wielder in the whole wide world?” he tried. That got crack of a smile from Amy.

“Nice save,” she smirked at him for a second, then turned into the purest grin you could find on a person. The hedgehog flung herself onto her companion, nuzzling her cheek against his with a giggle. Sonic faltered a bit, stumbling backward before resting his hand on her back.

”Hey there,” he laughed gently.

”Oh Sonic, I‘m happy to see you,” Amy beamed, not bothering to let go. To his credit though, Sonic allowed her to stay attached to him as long as she wanted (albeit a little flummoxedly), before she finally untangled herself from him. She didn’t let go of his arm though. “Though you couldn’t give me much of a heads up, hm?” She gestured at her unbrushed quills and pajamas. Realizing what a mess she was, Amy’s face turned the color of her namesake. “Wait let me at least go cha-“

”Nah it’s cool, I honestly was just wondering if you’d be up to make some chili dogs,” Sonic interrupted her. “I’ve been all over the world, but somehow your chili always hits the spot,” he grinned at her. “Plus, you look fine to me!”

“Of course you’d say that, I bet you barely brush your quills,” Amy rolled her eyes.

“Hey now, my quills don’t need brushing. The wind-tousled look adds to my charm, don’t you agree?” He ran a hand through his quills before smirking at her in way that nearly gave Amy an aneurysm.

Ignoring the obvious evidence of her massive crush on smug hedgehog written all over her face, Amy shoved her hand in his face, attempting to hide herself from his view. “At least Shadow understands the importance of proper quill maintenance,” she huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face. She stole a glance at Sonic’s face, and the sight caused an undignified snort to escape her lips.

He looked so offended.

“Shadow? Are you kidding me?? You’re telling me you prefer Shadow’s style over mine?” Sonic gasped dramatically, yanking Amy’s hand off his face and pulling it down near his chest.

“And what if I am?” Amy smiled sweetly at him, mockingly.

And then Amy found her back pressed against the wall, nose nearly touching her hero’s, all in the blink of an eye. Emerald eyes pierced her own, causing an explosion of color to flood her face.

“You really prefer Shadow’s style over mine?” he said with a much lower voice, a small smile dancing on his lips. Coherent words were unable to leave Amy’s mouth, while Sonic’s thoughts screamed at him to let her go, though he made no effort to move.

Amy pushed against his chest, creating distance between them.

“That’s…that’s cheating…” she mumbled, completely flushed red. Sonic merely snickered in response. He released the kabe-don, finally allowing Amy to breathe. She drew in a long inhale and exhale before turning to Sonic again.

“A-Anyway, about the chili, “ she attempted to change the subject, “I’m so sorry Sonic, but I have…a prior commitment today in about an hour.” Amy glanced at the clock, her ears wilting a little. “Speaking of which, I really should start getting ready. You’re welcome to stay of course, make yourself at home, but I’ll be gone till pretty much night time.”

”Oh…” Sonic hesitated for a moment. “Would you mind if I tagged along?”

”I…“ Amy was taken aback. Sonic wanted to come with her? She hadn’t even told him what she was doing…which unfortunately didn’t favor company. “Sorry Sonic, I’m really sorry but this is a thing with the owner of this new restaurant down the street—I was going to help him set up business! And I doubt you’d like to be swarmed as the main attraction for the first day, would you Sonic? And then on top of that I have so many errands to-”

”You know me scarily well,” Sonic admitted, wincing at the idea of being a viewing attraction for hours. “I get it, that’s fine, I guess I’ll just hang here for a bit.”

Amy’s brain stuttered for a moment. She was still getting used to this weird dynamic between her and Sonic. It was like they were kind of a couple without really putting a label as such. Not that she was complaining (Amy had been living on Cloud 9 for the past few months), but it felt so, so surreal. But it also felt so natural. She wouldn’t really have it any other way; it was still just Sonic and Amy being Sonic and Amy, except now Sonic and Amy were being Sonic and Amy with a quiet something.

“Yeah sure, stay as long as you like! Call me if you need anything—you know where the phone is,” Amy started to head into the bedroom. Sonic threw some finger guns at her before flopping onto her couch. Amy stifled a laugh with her hand before rushing upstairs.

Sonic rolled over, quills splayed in every different direction. He glanced around the living room, which was oddly put together despite the fact he’d showed up here unannounced. The only things out of place was a plate on the coffee table, fuzzy slippers on the floor, and an opened notepad on the table. Sonic wasn’t sure exactly what he planned to do here while Amy was gone, but all he knew was that he wanted to be around her.

Err—her cozy cottage, that is.

Sonic wasn’t entirely sure why he kept showing up at Amy’s place so often as of late, because he sure wasn’t such a regular visitor in the past. Something really shifted in him after the tumultuous adventure on the Starfall Islands, where Amy (along with Tails and Knuckles) were imprisoned by the cyber energy. Sonic didn’t think he’d ever been more unsure about the outcome of the future; he hadn’t been sure how to get his friends out of cyberspace completely, he hadn’t known what Eggman was planning, he hadn’t known if he would be able to survive the augmenting pain from the corruption in his body, despite how indefatigably stubborn he was. And he hated to admit it, but in the moment, he hadn’t been sure if he’d be able to talk with his friends normally again—talk with Amy again.

And boy did he do some serious introspection about that. He figured that he regretted not making up his mind sooner about how he felt about her. Up until then, he had tried to not dwell on it excessively, but the hours upon hours of sprinting around the tranquil island scenery with nothing but his swirling concerns left him with little else to do. He recalled sitting and watching the rain patter softly against the lush green grass and wishing for nothing more than for Amy to rest her chin on his head and joke about him never checking the day’s weather. She’d of course, be prepared with an umbrella just barely big enough for the both of them to squish under, but she’d offer it nonetheless.

It had accidentally become a thing for them, Amy randomly running across Sonic just chilling in the rain, only mildly annoyed that his fur was getting soaked. She’d scold him for being irresponsible and risking catching a cold while holding her umbrella over him instead. Sonic, for his part, snarked that she worried too much, but would hold the umbrella over the both of them.

The first time Amy had tried that, Sonic disliked the close proximity and chose to make a run for it instead. He did that a lot. He hadn't been fond of those strange, unfamiliar feelings bubbling up in his chest whenever she was around. Fear? Revulsion? Perturbation? Embarrassment? He could never quite put his finger on it, and to be honest he really hadn’t wanted to. All he knew was that running away from them at least stunted their growth, so that’s what he did. He wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but he didn’t really mind Amy’s exuberant affections anymore. He actually felt weird after she stopped instantly pouncing on him on sight, sometimes not even noticing him right away because she was so engrossed in her work. Of course he was immensely proud of her, of how she’d found her calling and her passions; heaven forbid he ever discourage her from them. But she was undeniably much busier now, so different from when her prime incentive was to keep up with him. One time, he even had to draw her attention to him that he’d been there a while and she hadn’t even bothered to say hi, and her simple reply was that she’d been preoccupied. She still hugged him rather frequently, yet Sonic found himself deciding that frequently wasn’t enough.

So perhaps, if he wanted her attention, he surmised that he was going to have to get it himself.

“Okayyy I’m donee~” sang the cause of his pondering, twirling out into the living room. She struck a cute little pose, clad in a collared button-up, paired with a pleated skirt in the same off-white shade. The gold accents on the front and sleeves gave her a professional look, as did the little black handbag thar she rested on her left arm. “What do you think?”

Sonic let out a low whistle before holding a thumbs up. “Ya look good Ames! Very chic,” he smiled at her. The beam she replied with practically lit up the room, cheeks dusted the loveliest shade of rosy pink.

“Well then, I suppose I’m off!” Amy unlocked the main door and stepped outside, heels clacking on the stone path in front of her house. She spun around and blew a kiss at the blue hedgehog still strewn across her couch. “Don’t miss me too much, my darling~”

She could’ve sworn his cheeks colored, just a tad, before he held up a finger heart at her. It was her turn to blush furiously, opening and closing her mouth much akin to a goldfish. With a final rush of blood to her face, she grasped the door handle in a hold that threatened to remold the metal.

“Bye,” she said intelligently, before slamming it shut.

She ambled down the path to her fence, taking a deep breath to return her face to her not-on-fire mode. She was fine. Sonic had just sent her a finger heart. No big deal. Just a finger heart.

The girlish, high-pitched, euphoric squealing reached Sonic’s ears all the way back inside. He chuckled to himself, imagining the way she was probably bouncing around and clutching her face.

He exhaled loudly, already bored. He didn’t plan to stay for long, and would likely return again only after Amy did. He hopped to his feet snd stretched a little, feeling his blood circulating again. His eyes landed on the open notebook in the table.

Now, far be it from Sonic to snoop through a lady’s personal belongings while she was away, but all that stained the pages was a simple sketch in pen of an umbrella, and to the left, a commendably accurate sketch of Sonic himself. He tentatively lifted the book to his face, observing her meticulous handiwork. Every detail was so on-point, and this opinion was in the eyes of the original himself. Sketch Sonic was looking to his side, eyes indicating that he was looking at something he liked a lot. One hand ran through his quills, as if trying to maintain his tousled style. He appeared so effortlessly handsome, entranced by something in the distance.

Sonic wondered if this was the way Amy saw him.

Or maybe…was this the way he looked at Amy?

His attention turned to the umbrella on the other page, a much more simple drawing. Just an umbrella with a heart on top. Amy’s name was written in Japanese, in a very over-the-top, swirly manner, underneath the umbrella on the left side. On the right, he could make out erased pencil scribbles resembling his own name in Japanese, in different positions and styles. Seems as if she had been trying to write his name in a way that matched hers, but couldn’t quite figure out how to make it work. He smiled, picking up the discarded pen and quickly scribbling underneath the umbrella on the right.

Perfect.

He bounced out the window, dashed off, and bounced right back in. He put the item he’d brought on top of the notebook, looking pleased with himself.

Then he left again, feeling the fresh spring breeze caressing his face as he raced across the sun-kissed landscape, the morning providing a beautiful landscape to embrace.

——————

Amy poked her head into the living room in the twilight rays streaming through the window, looking to see if Sonic had happened to stick around, or perhaps had fallen asleep. Upon seeing nothing but an empty couch, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“Sonic?” she called out into the silence. Her only reply was the soft zooming of cars across the roads of the bustling city outside. She sighed and dropped her handbag on the coffee table before flopping onto the couch in exhaustion. She yanked off her shoes, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor. Her feet ached from the constant running around today, and she silently relished in the relief she felt in her heels.

Her gaze fell downward until it landed on the open notebook resting on the surface of the table. Amy’s back shot up straight, the mortifying realization dawning on her that this had been here since morning—all through Sonic’s visit. She snatched the book, identifying which drawings he might have seen.

“Oh shoot. Oh no no no…”

Amy drew Sonic a lot, but she was never quite fond of the way her sketches turned out. Something always felt off. Didn’t feel like her Sonic.

She squinted at the drawing on the paper, scrutinizing its minor errors. Had Sonic seen this? She hadn’t wanted to show him anything until she was satisfied with it.

Finally, her jade eyes drifted to the little umbrella. Amy recalled absent-mindedly doodling this a few hours before Sonic had arrived.

Except it was different now.

Her breath caught in her throat and her fingers just barely glazed the paper. A titter escaped her mouth as she hugged the book to her chest and squealed happily. Written underneath the umbrella on her side was, of course, her own name, but the addition of the signature of her beloved beneath the umbrella on the other side was what elicited her fangirling. Her sparkling eyes opened to find a resplendent, hot pink peony that she somehow managed to completely fail to notice, too enthralled in her own fantasies. She venerably picked it up, as if touching something sacred. Its vivid splendor characterized itself in its gorgeous rosy hued petals, certainly much deeper than Amy’s pastel fur.

She could practically feel Sonic’s emotions left behind by the blossom, like a warm embrace to her heart. She walked to her window, where a gentle night’s breeze kissed her cheeks. She took a deep breath, taking in the pleasant moment, as well as the sweet scent of the peony. Burying her nose within its petals, she gazed longingly at the silver jewel adorning the sky, casting its silver glimmer on the resting world below.

“…I love you, Sonic,” Amy mused, intending the sentiment to be between her and the moon. She smiled and planted a kiss onto her fingers, then sent it away to find her love.

Little did she know that her sweetheart wasn’t far at all—in fact, he’d been perched in a nearby tree, watching her every reaction to his gift. Somehow, he had felt that she was home while enjoying his run through the hills, and sure enough, when he returned, he arrived to see her pick up the notebook.

The second those words left her mouth, he smiled tenderly at her. She couldn’t see him, not through all the shrubbery (and definitely not with the way she was fixated on the moon). He watched her blow a kiss into the night, trying to reach him somehow. He held out his hand, pretending to catch it and brought it to his chest.

The last thing Amy glimpsed before heading inside to go to bed was an unnatural dust cloud, kicked up from a speedy take-off.

[amegakureangel186]

Ave Maria - Sonamy Oneshot

(( Hello..! This is my first time writing for sonamy so I hope it's enjoyable...! I was inspired by classical music and motivated by the awesome @wilsonsbeard (go check her out she is awesome) to finally try my hand at some sonamy XD Please let me know what you think...!

P.S. This is what I imagined them skating to if you'd like to listen UvU ~ <3 ))

Summary: Amy and Shadow are the last to compete in the figure skating event, and Sonic finds himself in the crowd - particularly captivated by a certain pink hedgehog's performance.

He’d only shown up early to get a bit of shut-eye before the speed skating event started.

The figure skating was over (he made sure to check the time), and the arena would be the perfect place to hide away and rest up between events. Upon arriving and being met with a ton of non-competitors, he figured that the spectators were only just taking their typical slooooow sweet time to evacuate the rink before the Zamboni guy would be round to fix up the ice.

Shrugging, the blue speedster quickly (or as quickly as he could, given the pesky crowd) zipped his way over to a nice, relatively empty spot in the stands close to the end, and got comfy. He had a lazy grin on his face as he settled in – eyes closed, legs up on the bleacher-style seat, one crossed over the other, hands behind his head to smooth down his quills as he leaned comfortably into the padded wall now behind him. He sighed.

The place was pretty comfortable if he did say so himself.

Sonic had just begun to slip into a comfortable doze when an announcer began speaking to the crowd: “And now, for the final couple…”

Sonic groaned, scrunching his eyes a bit. No wonder the place was still so packed – the skating event was running late. He’d almost turned over when the next bit caught his ear.

“Please welcome Shadow the Hedgehog…”

A short laugh instantly shot from the speedster’s chest as he whipped around and sat up, a giant cheeky grin plastered on his face. Sonic watched, silently chuckling to himself, as Shadow skated onto the ice, wearing skin-tight black pants and a half-unbuttoned black long-sleeve. The cuffs were rolled, and his chest fur was spilling out the front. Sonic resisted the urge to wolf whistle, just to throw him off.

Shadow stopped rather close to the end of the rink after making an obligatory entry lap, and kneeled down as the music began to slowly start, and the crowd began to hush. Sonic laughed under his breath – Shadow looked ridiculous.

As the music gently played in, the spotlight traveled to the opposite end of the stage. The crowd gasped and sonic looked up. The announcer whispered.

“….and Amy Rose.”

Sonic’s stomach dropped and for a split second he felt the urge to jet. His brow furrowed as his jaw slowly slipped down a notch.

Amy glided out onto the ice, making beautiful turns and slow spins as she made her way to center rink. She was dressed in a radiant white and silver dress-like leotard, sheer at the upper chest with a sweetheart neckline. Her shoulders, quills, and cheekbones were tastefully dusted with glitter, and sheer, weightless strands of material flowed behind her as she moved.

Sonic watched her as nothing but the sound of the ice, piano, and cello pulled her along the ice. She was obviously the main attraction of the piece, he thought, watching as she circled Shadow before offering him her hand.

Sonic frowned a bit at the sight of Shadow, having forgotten about the black hedgehog’s presence, but shook it off. The two seemed to dance together across the ice, and then break apart at certain times to perform special moves. Sonic couldn’t help but notice the rose’s flexibility in the high lifts, or the length of her long, slender legs as she was swept dangerously close to the ice…

It seemed to be a tale of two lovers of some kind. An attraction between opposite forces. Romantic, in any case. Something Sonic was sure Amy would’ve gushed and died over had it been the two of them assigned to do it. Sonic shivered just thinking about it.

His emerald eyes flicked up to examine tall dark and broody for a second time and instantly regretted it. Shadow’s face was calm looking – but not in the usual, bored and disgruntled way. The black hedgehog’s eyes were half-lidded, hazy almost, and his head was leaning just a bit too close to Amy’s chest…!!

Sonic flinched in his seat and felt his fists ball up a bit tighter. Just what did that faker think he was doing during that dip…?! Teeth clenched, Sonic’s eyes flashed back over to Amy’s floating visage in search of a reaction.

He didn’t find what he’d been expecting at all. His stomach flipped as he watched her lean and sway with the routine, her eyes heavy and totally focused on Shadow. The two seemed as if they were in their own, sappy, bedroom-eye-filled fairytale.

The blue hedgehog huffed and rolled his eyes. He could feel a sour taste in his mouth but promptly decided to ignore it.

Sonic grumbled in his seat for a moment longer  but just as quickly fell back under the performance’s (mainly the pretty pink one’s) spell: He watched her twist and turn with the music, gently fold into the lifts, he caught the glitter in her quills and fur as they sparkled under the bright lights. She had a warm, longing, and serious look in her eyes and on her lips.

Never in his life had he ever seen the hammer-wielding, over-the-top, loud and boisterous rosy rascal move so gracefully and with such a mature feel…

Sonic felt a deep tugging in his chest. Mouth slightly agape, his gaze never left her figure as she flowed and danced across the ice.

For all intents and purposes, Sonic the Hedgehog was completely and utterly entranced by Amy Rose.

Eventually the piano slowly began to fade away, as did the bright lights of the arena in favor of a dimmer, grayscale-esque spotlight. The two hedgehogs on the ice gently slid into a pose: Shadow was mainly in the background, supporting Amy in an arched dip of sorts. The skirt of her outfit hung in sparkly waves about her as her quills slipped past her shoulders, her head tilted elegantly back. She was a glimmering statue on a darkened stage.

The fading music, the lights, her glow…

She was beauti-

Like a smack to the face, Sonic was jolted from his dreamy reverie by the roaring cheers of the crowd around him. His heart-rate skyrocketed and he shook his head, fighting off the fuzzy warmth he could feel clogging up his muzzle. He let loose a forced cough as he slowly began to give a round of applause himself, eyes diverted to the side. What? The girl did a good job; she deserved a clap or two…

Bouquets and stuffed animals flooded the ice as the lights came back on and the two pulled apart. Amy jumped up and down, pulling on Shadow’s arm a bit to get a reaction out of him. He responded with a more-amicable-than-usual nod before lifting a hand slightly and moving to exit the rink. Amy on the other hand spun once more on the ice, eyes sparkling (and “serious act” dropped, sonic noted) as she waved and blew kisses to the crowd. Sonic cracked a genuine smile at the girl as she cheered, watching her as she collected a few of the bouquets.  

Amy leaned up from grabbing a stuffed chao for Cream when she froze – Her kelly green eyes widened even more and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. There he was, standing in the crowd way over at the end, near the exit. Sonic caught the familiar, excited look in her eyes and quickly tried to decide whether to pretend he’d noticed her or not.

“Sonic…!!” She hollered, skating as quickly as she could over to the closest exit gate.

Sonic shook his head, an amused sigh slipping past his lips as many of the people around turned to look his way. Leave it to Amy to make my presence known. She clambered up the steps of the bleachers, skates and all, with a beaming smile.

“Hey Amy,” Sonic started in the most casual tone he could muster. Amy giggled as she closed the final few feet between them, shoving her gifts into the closest empty seat before tackling the blue speedster in a bear hug. Sonic stumbled a bit but caught her with his arms.

“You came..!!” She exclaimed, slipping slightly in his grasp to place her feet back onto the ground. She pulled away from him enough to make eye contact with him. “What did you think?? I tried really hard with this one to get the atmosphere right…! And did you see that one lift?? I didn’t even-“

Sonic shook his head and tried very hard to keep back the grin that wanted to surface on his face. Boy could this girl talk. He knew she was just full adrenaline, though, and he didn’t really mind the bubbly chatter…

“Sorry, Ames,” He said, taking her by the shoulders and holding her at arm’s length, “But I only caught the very end.”

The slight fall in her shoulders almost made him want to take it back, but he held fast to his lie and frowned a bit for show. Like always. Amy’s heart dropped a bit, but she tried to keep up her peppy smile.

“Ahh well,” She started, suddenly becoming a bit embarrassed about her earlier excitement, “I did a really great job, Sonic, and you really should have seen it…” She shifted her gaze to the side, digging the toe of her skate into the carpeted flooring, “It’s really a shame, too, ‘cuz it was a winning routine for sure….”

Sonic was all too used to her act of trying to impress him but in a way he felt he brought it upon himself this time. Offering her up a lopsided, almost apologetic smile, he leaned into her line of sight.

“I have no doubt you were the best of them all,” He said, voice calm and true. Amy’s eyes looked into his, and he saw the spark in them re-ignite. He hummed, his smile morphing into a wider grin. “Especially with this get up, I might add.” He winked, flipping up a strand of her dress’s fabric.

Amy gasped slightly, a blush making its way onto her cheeks as her eyes grew impossibly wide. Sonic laughed before taking off in a gust of wind, leaving the flustered girl to her own devices as she yelled his name out again, this time in frustration.

If only she knew it would be a performance he’d never forget.