"Henry, how could you do this? You—" Lando stopped, made sure no one was listening, and leaned in, whispering, "You know I like her." Henry nodded, heat flooding his cheeks and his ears. He didn't mean to kiss Sharon; it was an accident. He was walking her to her dormitory, because he didn't think it would be right to let a lady wander alone in the dark. When they approached the door, he didn't think she would turn around — she only did so to thank him for accompanying her — and he tripped, and their lips met. It was that simple.
But that was last night. Now, he was scared for his life; he worked for Lando. How idiotic could he have possibly been to kiss the girl of his boss's dreams? "I-I'm sorry, sir…" Henry muttered shyly. "You're sorry, now, aren't you?" Lando asked angrily. Henry stuttered, "It — It wasn't on purpose. Honest." Lando stood there for a second, glaring at his underling, said to Henry, "I'll see you at lunch. We'll talk then," and then he left. And ,just like that, he was alone. Or so he thought. At that moment, somebody came out from behind the bushes, and when Henry saw who it was, he nearly fell over onto the ground.
"Were you…" Henry started, "… here the whole time?" Sharon nodded. "Yes, I heard it all." She looked in Lando's direction, then back to Henry. "He really shouldn't get to bully you like that. It's just not fair." She stated. Henry shrugged, replying, "My family has been serving under the Ascads for a few generations now. I suppose I have to put up with it. He doesn't harm me — not physically, anyway. He just yells at me. It's quite understandable, though; I do mess up a lot." Sharon caressed his cheek with her hand. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the courtyard. Henry's face flooded with heat once more. "I think it's very brave of you, putting up with all his rubbish. Lando's a nice boy, and he's very intelligent, but he tends to get angry very easily." Henry nodded. "Yes, Mister Ascad does have a very…disagreeable temper…" Sharon leaned in and kissed Henry once again, making sure there was no one around before she did so. Henry stuttered, "O-Oh, um, er…" Sharon giggled. "You know, when we first met, I thought you were very… well, let's just say, you didn't strike me as a 'social butterfly'." She smiled at him for a moment. "But you're really very sensitive, and very sweet." Her hand was still gently cupping his cheek. He smiled weakly. "Do you think so?" He asked shyly. She giggled. "I really do." She looked at her watch. "Ack!" She spat, picking up her books, which were lying behind the bush where she was hiding. "We're late for class!" Luckily, Henry's bag was on his shoulder at all times, because she grabbed his wrist, leaving him bobbing behind her, soon to confront a very angered and annoyed arithmetic professor.