That Bit Extra — Tension on the dancefloor… (Patreon)

"Mayor Friedman, I suggest you ask your guests to leave," Nate/Nat says, battering the mayor with an expression so full of charm it would be impossible for anyone to resist.

Friedman whimpers. "Would that please you?"

Nate/Nat smiles, but the expression is odd: tight and almost venomous. "Yes, Mayor. That would please me greatly."

Friedman bobs on the spot and claps his hands. "Then consider it done!" He then tries to move away, but Nate/Nat's grip tightens on his shoulder.

I frown. "Nate/Nat?"

He/She doesn't move.

"Nate/Nat?" I reach out and rest my hand over his/hers. It breaks whatever tightly taut moment had come over the two.

Nate/Nat shakes his/her head before looking at me, unfocused and hazy, but managing a smile.

And for a split second, I'm sure I see swirls of dark gold rim his/her irises.

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I'm sure this is all fine. Totally not anything to worry about or any type of foreshadowing, for sure... ;D