Why Can't I Tell You

A Confusing "Case"

The rest of dinner went relatively well with Newt and Tina stealing glances and blushing, as Jacob and Queenie rambled on about his bakery, new recipes, and childhoods.

"Thank you, that really was an amazing meal Queenie. I'm afraid that my creatures must be quite hungry as well. That's quite dangerous because...well I'm concerned that we may soon become the feast," Newt said smirking in his boyish way, his eyes shining bright, his lips quirked up, and head cocked to the side.

"I'll come," Tina said quickly, her eyes widened slightly as she realized how eager she had come off, "I...I mean can I come?"

Newt smiled meeting her eyes, oh how beautiful her eyes were, "I have something for you. Cleaning off the table Queenie said, "If y'all don't mind Jacob and I are going to go to the Blind Pig, you could come along when you are done."  Newt was suddenly filled with images of disapparating witches and wizards, his face on wanted signs staring back at him, and a helpless Pickett, Tina saved him.

"Thanks Queenie, but I think I'll take Newt for a walk in Central Park," she said getting up. Queenie just shrugged, smiling, and she and Jacob had diapparated out in the blink of a second.

"Be careful Queenie!" she called after the couple.

Newt took his case and placed it in the living room, he descended first, offering a hand to Tina. When he was inside of the shed he reached out and caught Tina by her waist, carefully setting her down. For a very, very long, lingering moment they just stood there, her hands on his shoulders, his on her waist.

"You had something for me?" Tina said breaking the silence.

"Oh, yes," Newt coughed to cover up the uncomfortable moment. He quickly took his hands off of her waist and turned to his desk, blushing maniacally. He took out his book from the drawer and turned around to her. Tina's eyes traveled down to the book in his hands and she gasped.

"Newt your book! It's...it's...it's beautiful," she spluttered taking the book and tracing the title with her thin, delicate finger. Newt smiled.

"I would've brought one for Queenie and Jacob, but my publisher only sent me one copy. It hasn't been released yet," Newt mumbled on.

"Newt," Tina interrupted sternly, "this the first copy."

"Ermm yes," Newt replied looking down.

"Why did you give me the first copy?" Tina asked, confused, "This is the first copy, this should be given to someone who means a lot to you."

"I did," Newt said with a tone of finality that startled even him. He took off his coat and waistcoat, loosened his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Oh," Tina whispered, backing down on to a step, "oh." Newt started filling  a pail with raw meat for the graphorns. "Newt..." she said quietly. He turned around, his radiant translucent eyes boring into her dark ones. "Thank you," she said. He lost eye contact, but smiled.