[color=f49ac2]“Cyborg?”[/color] Iris scoffed at his words as he teased back happy to keep things light, thankful that it eased her concerns and meant she could push everything to the back of her mind. A part of her would be delighted to discuss their feelings and what could happen, the idea they could go on more dates potentially form a relationship. Call him her boyfriend. [color=f49ac2][i]No… stop. Ethan is meant to be my boyfriend; I am the daughter of the rebels. My father started this all. I have to leave, for his sake and for mine. Anyway, his father would never allow it, I need to stop thinking on it.[/i][/color] That was the other side, the side of her that dreaded at the idea of discussing what had happened between them.

[color=f49ac2][i]He will hate me. [/i][/color]

Finding herself smile at the compliment of her making better company than what he had suffered through today. Glancing towards the pulling of his face on what she could imagine was him remembering the people he had dealt with throughout the day. Though the change in his mood was apparent when he replied to her earlier comment on how well dressed, he was. [color=f49ac2]“Well this just means next time we go for dinner you will have to dress up for me.”[/color] As soon as she said it, she felt her cheeks heat up at how forward the comment had been. [color=f49ac2][i]Idiot. There won’t be a next time…[/i][/color]

Coughing slightly as she hesitated at the kitchen door, she calmed herself after her bold comment, feeling completely embarrassed over it because she knew she was just making it worse for the both of them. [color=f49ac2]“You did good, I’m sure you did.”[/color] Speaking softly changing the subject as she looked up at Caspain, she couldn’t see a bad bone in his body which only confused her. He was not like his father, had not had to deal with betrayal, war or even the knowledge on just how bad it was behind the palace doors where the poor lived. Rubbing her arms, she felt a chill run up her spine, she felt her body turn cold as she stood in the kitchen doorway leaning on her crutches for support. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Terrorists… he keeps calling them terrorists but they’re not. I wish I could talk to him freely about it, about what the true meaning of the rebel cause is. [/i][/color]

Feeling a bit distant all of a sudden, she looked down at the floor, confusion in her eyes as she thoughts heavily on his words. [color=f49ac2][i]Getting me home. If only I was some normal Aspirian girl, but I’m not. You won’t be able to get me home. If you find out my new home would be behind bars.[/i][/color] All colour had washed from her face before she finally moved inside the kitchen and took to one of the seats at the dining bar. [color=f49ac2]“O-Oh…”[/color] Stuttering slightly as she seemed to come out of her daze, she weakly smiled at Caspian in hopes he wouldn’t suspect anything and assume she was just tired still. [color=f49ac2]“Salmon, that sounds amazing. I’m sure it’s wonderful.”[/color]

[color=f49ac2][i]I’ve never had salmon before, but I’m not really hungry anymore.[/i][/color] All excitement of seeing him had started to diminish because the reality was catching up to her. With each minute she spent with him, every time she felt something, she had to remind herself this isn’t real. [color=f49ac2][i]This will just be a memory that I can enjoy in the coming years, he will forget about me.[/i][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]“Make sure you eat up; it will help for the speech you have to give to the public.”[/color] Pushing back the thoughts once more as she leant against the counter, [color=f49ac2]“If you like you can practice on me before you go? I can pretend to be a citizen listening. Maybe even a fangirl if you’re lucky.”[/color] Chuckling as she made a gentle joke just to ensure that he didn’t think anything was off between them, she couldn’t just give him the cold shoulder after everything as that would only cause suspicion.