She hides her face with her hands, laying back on the platform, “You didn’t do anything.” She mumbles, her voice muffled.
“I-I didn’t-didn’t mean to upset you.”
And that’s when Frank nudges Newt off the edge of the platform with his beak.
Y/N laughs, reaching down over the edge, extending a hand to Newt.
“Why does Frank dislike me so much now?” Newt asks, laughing softly.
“…No reason.” Y/N blushes.
Newt takes her hand, standing up slowly.
The two blush, neither one wanting to let go of the others hand.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N says quietly.
“Sorry? Why?” He asks, approaching her again.
They’re less than a foot away from eachother.
“F-For getting jealous.” She mumbles, nervously twisting the edges of her skirt, a fair amount of her leg showing. Newt blushes, from the statement, and the - erm- nevermind.
He laughs softly again, his hand gently brushing a stray hair away from her face. It’s her turn to blush now. “Are you kidding?” He smiles at her, “I was the idotic bloke that thought you fancied Jacob.”
“W-What?!” Y/N exclaims, standing up, “No!” She says through laughter, “He’s like a brother!”
Newt climbs up on the platform, and Frank promptly flies back up into the enchanted sky.
The two stand in the center of the platform, one looking down, one looking up. Now there are only inches between the two.
Newt reaches out his hand, blushing furiously, his eyes flitting from her face to her waist, then to the ground, then to his hand, “D-Do you- would you- em, c-care to dance?”