Saul

Did he always have such gorgeous eyes? At a birthday party at your friend Ryan's house, the basement became your territory to protect. You were prepared for an adorable yet ruthless war with the little kids and maybe a few of the adults. Keep it challenging, keep them entertained, without having to worry about making anymore small talk. The unfinished basement was spacious, but unfinished. A wide staircase lead down from the living room above, and no one had to worry about needing to duck since the ceiling wasn't low, but all of the exposed pipes and concrete was a solid reminder that you were underground. The sound of kids squealing and a pillow flying toward you from the bottom of the stairs breaks your train of thought, making you smile. You scoop up the pillow and head partially up the stairs to return fire, when another pillow flies hard into your stomach, followed by deep laughter. Ryan's older brother is crouched at the top of the stairs by one of the little kids, currently celebrating their successful joint ambush on you. You laugh and whip both pillows back at him, causing the 5yo to run off squealing, while Saul meets your eyes with a smirk.