Removing his arm, he looked at ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ. with a grin. "Good."

He kept silent as ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ. walked beside him, glancing every so often at her and admiring the blonde beauty.

— /feel/ stares, Maya. Not that I was staring—because I wasn't." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

"No, you can't." Lucas replied, making eye contact with ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ. for a moment. "But I know what you meant."

He rolled his eyes jokingly, "Can't." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

— a few more minutes." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

"Which is what I said, I'm right." He said as they finally arrived at the park, walking ahead of ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ..

He laughed at ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.'s defeat, "I finally won an argument. How do you feel, Penelope?"

"I would never," he said with a fake gasp. "Don't you know me, Lucas Friar the cowboy, at all, city girl?" (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

— Huckleberry, though." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

"Can I tell you something?" He asked ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ., his brows raising slightly.

"You're pretty great," Lucas said. "I'm glad we're friends." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

— I'm glad we're close." (ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.)

— cared about what ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ. and his friends thought of him.

"Me too," he replied to ℳᴀʏᴀ ℋᴀʀᴛ.. His lips turned into a smile, suddenly stopping. "I'm glad we're us."