Friday night started with Haley climbing through Gael's passenger-side window because she claid opening the door normally was "too boring."
"You're going to damage sothing," Gael said while watching her accidentally kick the dashboard.
"I bring personality to your car."
"You bring lawsuits."
Haley finally dropped into the seat, laughing before stealing his sunglasses off the console.
"You love ."
Gael glanced at her briefly while pulling away from the curb.
"That's a dangerous sentence."
"You didn't deny it."
He didn't answer.
Mostly because he wasn't sure he could anymore.
The city moved around them in streaks of gold and neon while music played quietly through the speakers. Haley rested one foot against the seat, scrolling through his phone like she owned partial custody of it.
Which, honestly, she practically did now.
"Why do you have six finance apps?" she asked.
"Because money is addictive."
"You're twenty years away from becoming soone who owns a yacht nad after himself."
"Eighteen."
"What?"
"I'm eighteen years away from that."
Haley laughed loudly enough that Gael smiled despite himself.
That happened constantly now.
He'd spent years in both lives keeping himself controlled, asured, careful—
And then Haley would say sothing ridiculous and break through it in seconds.
"You know where we should go?" she asked suddenly. "The pier."
Gael glanced sideways at her.
"At night?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I want churros."
Reasonable enough.
Twenty minutes later, they walked along the Santa Monica Pier beneath strings of lights while ocean wind pushed through Haley's dark hair.
The place buzzed with late-night energy:
tourists,
music,
couples,
street perforrs,
the sll of fried food and saltwater.
Haley stole half of Gael's churros imdiately.
"You ordered your own."
"Ours tastes better."
"That's theft."
"It's intimacy."
Gael shook his head while she grinned triumphantly beside him.
They wandered slowly past arcade booths and crowded railings overlooking the water.
At so point, Haley slipped her hand into his naturally.
That tiny detail affected him more than he expected.
Because nobody had ever reached for him that casually before.
"You're doing the quiet thing again," Haley said.
"I'm eating."
"You look emotional while eating."
"That's between and the churro."
She laughed softly before leaning lightly against his arm as they walked.
"You know my mom asked yesterday if you're always this calm?" Haley said suddenly.
Gael imdiately looked suspicious.
"And what did you say?"
"I said you're less calm when people touch your hair."
Gael blinked once.
"You told your mother that?"
"She asked."
"That feels like betrayal."
Haley looked deeply pleased with herself.
"You should've seen her face."
Gael groaned quietly while Haley laughed harder.
Claire asking questions about him shouldn't have stayed in his head this long afterward.
But it did.
More because Claire seed increasingly interested in understanding him specifically.
And Gael wasn't used to people paying attention that carefully unless they wanted sothing.
With Claire, it felt different.
More genuine.
That alone made him lower his guard around her more than he probably should.
"You're thinking about my mom now, aren't you?" Haley asked suddenly.
Gael nearly choked on air.
"…What?"
Haley burst out laughing imdiately.
"Oh my God, your face."
"You're insane."
"You totally were!"
"I was absolutely not."
"Relax," she teased. "She likes you."
That sentence shouldn't have felt weirdly important.
But it did.
Before he could answer, Haley suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the arcade.
"Co on."
"I already know this ends with you bullying competitively."
"You say that like it's not foreplay."
Gael stared at her.
Haley smirked shalessly.
Yeah.
Definitely eighteen.
An hour later, Gael lost forty dollars trying to beat Haley at skee-ball because she cheated with alarming confidence.
"You distracted on purpose."
"You're just weak under pressure."
"You physically climbed on mid-throw."
"Strategic thinking."
Gael caught her around the waist before she could escape, laughing again.
Haley nearly dropped her tickets as he pulled her against him beside the arcade machines.
"There." He took the tickets from her hands. "Criminal detained."
"You can't arrest soone this attractive."
"Actually, I think that's when arrests happen most."
Haley grinned up at him, still half-laughing.
Then gradually the energy between them shifted.
Not abruptly.
Just quieter.
The noise of the arcade faded slightly around them while Gael's hands remained at her waist.
Haley's expression softened little by little.
"You know," she said quietly, "I think I'm happier lately."
The honesty caught him off guard.
Gael looked at her carefully.
"You sound surprised."
"I kind of am."
Because beneath the jokes and confidence, Haley still carried insecurities she rarely said aloud.
And hearing genuine happiness in her voice made sothing tighten warmly in his chest.
Without thinking, he brushed his thumb lightly against her waist.
Haley stepped closer automatically.
"You matter to already," she admitted softly.
There it was again.
That terrifying sincerity.
Gael kissed her before he could think too hard about it.
The arcade lights blurred around them while Haley lted against him imdiately as she kissed him back.
Warm.
Familiar.
Addictive.
When they finally pulled apart, Haley rested her forehead briefly against his chest.
"You know what's annoying?" she murmured.
"What?"
"I think my family's getting attached to you, too."
Gael laughed quietly under his breath.
The scary part was—
He was getting attached to them right back.
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