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"What's that?" Galinda flashed a pearly grin and flipped onto Elphaba's bed next to her, startling Elphie from her careful perch.

"Nothing." Elphaba quickly folded up the note, and it bended easily to the creases as if it had been folded and unfolded many times before. She stood hastily, barely glancing at Galinda before she strode determinedly across the floor. Just as purposefully, she swiveled around and crossed back to her side of the room.

"Then why are you pacing like that?"

Elphaba's fingers twitched and she scowled in a very irritable way, but did not reply.

"Elphie, it's from a boy, isn't it?" Galinda giggled, excited, and stood up, flouncing over to Elphaba in her extravagant skirts. "Tell me! Oh, please, come on now. You never tell me anything!"

"It's an invitation."

"Ohhhhhhhh, reaaaallly? Who's it from, Elphie, who's it – Elphie?"

Elphaba had turned and walked out of their dormitory without another word to Galinda, leaving her standing with her mouth hanging open.

"What do you want?" Tone weary, Elphaba slipped into the booth across from her mysterious gentleman caller, not quite meeting him in the eye.

He smiled sheepishly at her. "I didn't expect you to come."

"I wasn't going to. But Galinda was annoying me. All thanks to you, of course."

"How do you mean?"

She slipped the note across the table. He unfolded it knowing what it already said.

"Oh." He leaned back against the seat. "Elphaba. I've always found you interesting and…"

"Well of course." She scowled, tearing her eyes away from the pattern that darted across his neck, delving deeper into his open-necked shirt. "Of course you do. Everyone does, don't they?" She paused, but only to purse her lips a moment, glaring at the surprised male across from her. "That's no reason to drag me out here and waste my time. Just because I'm amusing to you, doesn't mean I'm some sort of novelty to be gawked at, there's more to me than that you know and – are you listening?"

"It's just … you… you amaze me."

"There you go again." She collapsed back into the seat, almost as if she'd just taken on a nearly impossible task and was exhausted from the difficult work. As if she'd decided to give up. "Did you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, I was going to ask –"

"That's far too bad. I've already spent five minutes here; I'll give you no more." Her gaze lingering on him for a moment more – a moment too long – and she dashed out the door, leaving a very bewildered Fiyero Tiggular in her wake.

It had been like that always. Fleeting moments, mostly nonsense and roughness. But there was always a soft, unintended brush of the hand or an accidental smile or a gaze that lay too long, or a time within words didn't fill the air. And they would just be there, together.