[color=#b97703]“Oh yeah?”[/color] Cas raised a brow when Iris said she would embarrass his friends at a game. He wondered if she had remembered that she was good at playing games or if it was all just talk. It was hard to tell, since she was a pretty energetic person from what he’d seen so far. He wouldn’t have been surprised either way. Maybe she would annihilate Jay and Miles at some game that she was an expert at or perhaps his friends would wipe the floor with her. Whatever the case, he liked the idea. It had been a while since he’d had a group over to play any games at his house, so it sounded like fun.

To his surprise, she grew even more flustered than he had been when he called her out for staring at him. Honestly, he’d thought there really was something on his face or that he’d done something weird, but instead she acted like she had just been watching him because she wanted to. Somehow, he kind of liked the idea though. A lot of people stared at him every time he went out in public, but there was something different about having her gaze on him that made him feel fuzzy inside. He would have been kidding himself if he pretended like he didn’t know what it was.

[color=#b97703][i]Way to go, Cas. You’re crushing on a girl with amnesia,[/i][/color] he thought dryly, downing the rest of the water in his glass. This was definitely going to make things harder. He [i]really [/i]didn’t want to make things awkward between them, but it was difficult for him to ignore his attraction to her. Still, he had to keep doing it even if it wasn’t easy. He reminded himself that she might have a boyfriend who was probably worried sick about her. It would have been far more uncomfortable to make a move on her only to get a phone call from another guy asking where she was. He would just have to keep ignoring the butterflies in his stomach until she could go back to her family.

Despite his decision, what she said next didn’t help his resolve at all. As she called him Prince Charming, he couldn’t stop the color that flooded his face—a mixture of flattery and embarrassment. [color=#b97703]“You’re ridiculous,”[/color] he rolled his eyes as he slid off his barstool, trying to cover up his reaction with nonchalance and a laugh. Internally though, his ego had been thoroughly stroked.

[color=#b97703]“We shall,”[/color] he nodded when she brought up the movie, more than happy to change the subject. Leading the way since he knew she didn’t know where to go, he took up an easy pace for her to keep up with on crutches. [color=#b97703]“So, what kind of movie do you want to watch?”[/color] he asked, turning to her curiously. [color=#b97703]“I think you should pick one you think you’ll like, since it might help you get your memories back.”[/color]