They walked down the street, the sun setting over the water as they strolled. "Okay. Top three fears. Go."
"Being alone in complete darkness, rats, and messing up in front of a crowd," she said, looking thoughtful.
"Well... I'm afraid of nothing... except losing you," he said with fake sweetness, giving her a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Uh...“ He hesitated, thinking about this. “One time, when I was 12, I tried to present my work to Romero. I tripped on the rug and scuffed it in front of him. I had been working on what I was going to say the whole way back, and I messed up on walking.“ He laughed a little, shaking his head. “I lost years of memories from that.”