The countdown startled him, so struck by the bolt of attraction or fascination or infatuation, or whatever the hell else it was that Octavius had suddenly and inexplicably felt toward Rose. Of course, she was attractive, everyone knew that. They'd even dated, for Hera's sake, so this was nothing new to him. Flustered as he was by this development, though he really shouldn't be, Octavius didn't even register she was turning to leave until Rose had walked away. He didn't have a good explanation for it. He really didn't understand why he was doing it, but something told him he just shouldn't let Rose walk away like that.
"No, stay!" he blurted out, catching hold of her hand before she could make it more than a few steps away. Hoping this wave of impulse would carry him through, because he had not planned anything and did not want to risk look like more of a fool by standing and stammering at her, he bought himself a moment of time by moving closer. "Look, I don't—I'm not here with anyone, and…" he trailed off a bit bashfully with a shrug of one shoulder. It was un-time, wasn't it? The last bits of 1982 that no one would pay attention to, being too eager to usher in the start of a new calendar year. When was a better time to be impulsive and not understand why? Perhaps when the clock struck midnight to 1983, such foolhardiness would be erased. Or, well, it was worth a shot, anyway.
"Well, really, what better company is there than yours to ring in a new year?" he said with a hesitant grin.
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