There’s a certain sparkle in Rome’s eyes when he looks at Pick. It’s been there for a while. Pick can’t help but wonder if anyone else sees it or if it is something just for him.
He doesn’t know that Rome sees that same sparkle in his eyes— that Rome wonders the same thing every day.
Whenever Pick looks across the club room table, hoping to catch that sparkle, he finds another nes thing about Rome. Like the way he laughs or nudges Emma about some inside joke. Everyday something new and beautiful. There was no one else on earth like Rome, and Pick had no idea what that meant.