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“Fitz. Fitz! Look on your three.” Maybe she should have considered that her boyfriend is too engrossed on dragging her to the monkey stand to pay her any real attention, so she sinks the heels of her shoes on the ground until he can’t move her anymore and has no other alternative than to look back at her with a grimace between a glare and a pout. “Scout’s honour that I will win you a stuffed monkey as big as you want and then some if you just give me two minutes to admire the only creature on this earth who can make eating cotton candy look like a graceful activity.”
Of course, that catches his attention, and both of them turn to look at their right; luckily, the girl on the green sundress, who is picking carefully at a pink cotton candy is still there, seemingly alone and smiling around like her only mission on this life is to make the world not seem as such a shitty place, and well, Daisy would call it a success. The sun catches on her hair when she looks around curiously, giving it golden highlights, and Daisy fakes an exaggerated sigh, and it’s then that she realizes that Fitz is uncharacteristically quiet. She turns to look at him, half-ready to give in and take him to the monkey stand, when she discovers that he has blushed beet-red, and he is biting his lower lip in a shameful expression.
“Um, actually, I know her. We have a class together.”
Daisy gasps, feigning outrage, and tugs on his hand until she gets him moving towards the girl.
“And you were planning on keeping her all to yourself? I thought you loved me, Leopold.”
Fitz starts spluttering, but he can not form an entire, coherent sentence before they are in front of the girl and Daisy is offering her free hand.
“Hi! I think you might know Fitzopold here?”
“Oh, Fitz! Hi! I’m Jemma, nice to meet you.”
Oh. She is english. Oh. So this might be the amazing amazing girl who is on his Advanced Quantum Mechanics Class and that can put him to shame on almost every topic without breaking a sweat, a.k.a. the girl that Fitz has been gushing about non-stop for the last two days and a half. Only that he has been so immersed on praising her brain that he has forgotten to mention how pretty she is. Classic Fitz.
“Daisy.” They shake hands, and her hand, rougher than it seems and with long, nice fingers, triggers a wave of warmth up Daisy’s arm. She elbows Fitz slightly just to shake the sensation. “You should forgive him for forgetting his manners, he can not think straight when there is the prospect of stuffed monkeys around. Or any kind of monkey, really.”
Jemma smiles, and they are on the edge of a risky situation, this has the potential to be terrible and godawful and heartrending, because Fitz is already half in love with her, and after only one smile Daisy is positively smitten with her.
This is wonderful.
“Did you say monkeys?” And Jemma offers her half-eaten cotton candy to Fitz, who takes a big chunk and smiles at her. God, she knows how Fitz works already. “Do you think there might be another kind of stuffed animals too?”
“Oh, sure.” Daisy starts walking, still clutching Fitz’s hand on hers, but slow enough that Jemma can understand that she is being invited to walk with them. Her hand is sweating a little out of nerves (nerves?!?) , and Fitz squeezes it reassuringly. “What would you like?”
“A snake. Or, or, I don’t know, any other animal that a sane person would consider disgusting? She probably wants one of those.”
She is about to elbow Fitz on the ribs, what does he think he is doing judging this girl on her choice of stuffed animals, but Jemma rolls her eyes good-naturedly and snickers at him.
“Excuse me for being a well-rounded person who enjoys things besides bolts and biscuits!”
Daisy can’t hold back a snort, and Fitz looks at her with betrayal on his eyes, while Jemma pumps in the air the hand that is not holding the cotton candy.
“Unbelievable. You have known each other for three minutes and you are already ganging up on me.”
Daisy winks at him before blowing him a kiss.
“Imagine what we will be doing in three hours!”
Jemma stops on her tracks, gives Fitz her cotton candy ceremoniously and intertwines Daisy’s arm with hers.
“Cheer yourself up with that, Fitz. I have found a new best friend.”
Fitz groans while Daisy and Jemma smile at each other, but his thumb is rubbing happy tight circles on the back of her hand, and really, Daisy can only close her eyes and let the sun kiss her face to keep herself from squishing them both into a hug.