A matter of communication

I own nothing but my own Ideas. a very short story from Sharas pov on the whole story

"Shara be honest with me"

That got Shara's attention. She hadn't been paying to much attention to the conversation, but that was a strong sign that something was very, very wrong. Ritz had never asked her to be honest before. There had never been a need to.

"I'm not very cute, am I?"

Shara blinked, not sure what to make about this. Apart from her hair , Ritz had never cared much about her looks.

"And I love swinging my sword around in engagements…"

What kind of problem is that? Its kind of what fencers do in an engagement. Was Ritz trying to tell her she wanted to take up archery or white magic? She tried to keep a straight face, but the image of Ritz as a White Mage was too much.

"Te he" And with that Shara burst out in laughter. Dimly in the background she herd Ritz protest " I just don't think I fit the cute model that's all."

Wait that's what she was concerned about?

"Why don't you ask Marche what he thinks?" She joked.

"No way!" Ritz shouted. " Why should I care what he thinks?"

It sounded like Ritz was back to normal. But….

"Ritz! Shara! What's up?" Marche called out.

Shara smirked. His sense of timing was amazing. She could have so much fun with this.

"You're here just at the right time", she told him smugly

"SHARA!" Ritz shouted embarrassed. She then remembered Marche was still there and attempted damage control, while Shara pouted.

"Nothing! Nothing! So Marche, um what's up?"

"Ah, um, nothing much I guess" he answered.

This was horribly awkward

Shara adopted a mock scolding tone. "Ritz, now you cant just leave him hanging here"

"Yes I can!" she shouted, then realized Marche was still in the room "Uh…" She blushed. "I… I mean sorry. It's nothing. Nothing at all."

'We are definitely convinced' Shara thought rolling her eyes.

"Lets talk about the next mission, shall we!" Ritz suggested desperately.

Marche was equally desperate to change the topic and soon they were both animatedly talking about some mission involving Montblanc. Shara shook her head at them sadly.

Donald hadn't been kidding when he had mentioned the two had been having trouble communicating.

But in the end Shara had no idea what to do about it either.

Well how did i do? Did i get Shara down? Please read and review ,I would love some critique. And reviews are like the smores of fanfiction. Its not like I don't see the hits on the traffic graph. So please.