Carra swallows and looks down. “I don’t what that’s like. Having someone,” she says quietly, not realizing that she’s holding his hand. “If you tell anyone I said this, you are dead.”

Zenith smiles and squeals a little, but she quickly regains her composure and pats the bench by her. “Wait, let me..” she withdraws a small notepad from her pants and then she nods with a small smile. “Go ahead.”