He held Timothy’s hand, stood so close, almost chest to chest. The red-eyed’s heart was beating stronger and louder, his breath became louder as well, shorter. ‘I can hear it,’ the blue-eyed thought. He heard everything from his counterpart. And it made his beat faster as well. Looking at his eyes, red as a wine, he felt calm and like getting dragged away as well. But also more wild, as if a huge amount of energy came to him. ‘What am I thinking?’ Willing to take risks, was how he felt. As if this energy, tried to convince him to something.

A little smile was what brought him back to his senses. It was something Chandler liked to see, more than he could imagine. ‘Wonderful to see him like this…’ he thought, getting dragged into his thoughts and this hypnotizing state.

He finally recognized, how people around them stared. Not really because they were holding hands, more because of their standing in the middle of the way, staring at each other without saying a word.

“Now you see, what my talent is,” Chandler said. While walking again. And still thinking about what just happened, how he could get that lost into Timothy’s eyes. The other one was more than just confused. Anyone could see that, of his glare into the distance. “What… was that… wait. So what did you show me just now?” he asked.

“I’m an actor, silly. Theater, mostly.” A little act, perfectly made. Even though it looked and felt more like a spell of a witch.

“So you can fake… something that intense?” Timothy asked. ‘Says you? Intense…’ Chandler thought. He just nodded. “And… I can’t probably ever believe anything you say, since it could all be fake?” And he shook his head. “Not really. I think, you could probably see through it,” Chandler said.

‘Was that more than just an act…?’

They came across one of the many creeks. Some elders with their grandchildren sat on benches and threw bread crumbs into the water, feeding the ducks and swans.

Leafs floated over the ground. “How?” Timothy asked. He had his hands in his pockets, looked at the creek. Chandler was confused. A question out of context, without anymore information, was not the best to get an answer. “What do you mean with that?”

“How you became an actor?” he asked and stayed in his mind, glaring. In reality he thought of something else. “I just got in it… went to a acting-club back in my hometown. And from there on, everything else just happened.”

“What are your parents doing?” He asked. The little boy was irritated by that, giving Timothy a suspicious glare. Asking such things was normal, but the tone of his voice and his concerned look, it said something different. “They’re… still there. Couldn’t come with me. So my Grandfather left with me, takes care of me, and so on.” Timothy nodded. “How about some crepes? Another reason for this park, they’re said to be awesome.”

The tense stare of the red-eyed got softer, he came out of his thoughts. “Good idea, they are,” he said, and they continued. “What about you? College you said once. Which subject? Math, psychology, physics? Or maybe literature?”

“Economy.” He stopped.

“Come on, a bit more information,” the little said, while pulling at Tim’s leather jacket. “As I said. It was mostly personal management and economics… but as I also said… I never got a glimpse on it.” Again something, that gave a bad memory. “Sure, hard times. I respect your privacy,” the little one said before Timothy threw himself back into his mind. “Here, I treat you for this delicious feast, before you sulk like that again.” He smiled. Like that one time, some days ago, he emitted a kind of warmth, at least the red-eyed could feel it.

Even though, his ‘respect your privacy,’ made the red-eyed feel guilty.

The woman on the booth gave Chandler two crepes, with which he walked back to Timothy. With their sweets they continued, walking and eating.

“So, now that the situation is a bit relaxed, I have to give you a hard time though. Why did they throw you out of college? What’ve you done?” Straight back to the depressing themes.

“There was an incident back then.” Nothing easy to talk about. “But just forget it, please,” he said, raising his voice.

“Sure… no problem,” Chandler said.