The castleteria was bustling with activity as everyone sought out seats with their friends and poked through the food options.

Cupid's mind couldn't be further from food though. Her appetite had completely vanished after the locket discovery the night before. She found herself aimlessly wandering around the large room, dodging the rushing people and scanning the many faces for Dexter. Luckily, Cerise had offered the pinkette a seat beside her; which Cupid graciously accepted.

"Hey there, Cerise!" Cedar said cheerfully, taking a seat on the other side of Cerise. "Hi, Cupid."

Cupid was too caught up in examining her surroundings to reply, causing Cerise to glance at her curiously.

"Cupid?" Cerise asked. When she still didn't respond Cerise lightly tapped on her shoulder, causing Cupid to jerk out of her trance.

"W-what?"

"I said, 'Hi'." Cedar said, laughingly; obviously not annoyed by Cupid's absentmindedness.

"Oh. Sorry, Cedar. Hi." Cupid gave a slight wave, the various silver bracelets on her wrist clinking together. She still couldn't seem to force herself to focus but she readjusted in her seat to face Cerise and Cedar anyway.

"Something wrong?" Cerise questioned.

"No. Why do you ask?" She knew exactly why Cerise was asking.

"You just seem kinda' out of it today."

"Really? I didn't think so. I actually think I've been pretty alert today."

Cerise pushed her plate back to give her enough room to lean her elbow on the table. "You've been running into people, tripping, and creepily staring at everyone all day." She deadpanned.

Cedar giggled a little.

Cupid knew she had been distracted this morning but she had no idea she had been that out of it. Warmth of embarrassment filled her cheeks as she looked away from her two friends.

"It's okay, Cupid. We've all had those days." Cedar gave her a thumbs up and quickly turned her attention to the full tray in front of her.

Cerise simply nodded in agreement with the wooden girl and resumed tearing apart her steak, leaving Cupid to her thoughts.

The goddess placed her elbow on the table and leaned her chin into her palm, the exhaustion from last night finally kicking in. She figured that resting her eyes for a couple minutes wouldn't hurt anything so she let her thick lashes flutter closed. Just for a minute.

"Cupid?"

A finger repeatedly poked Cupid's back, stopped for a minute, then resumed poking her.

Cupid tried to open her eyes but the grogginess was too much. "Blondie." She mumbled, still half asleep. "I don't want to go outside again." She swatted the air around her lazily. "If you stole something else I don't want to know."

"What?"

The familiar voice (Which was definitely NOT Blondie) caused Cupid's eyes to shoot open as she immediately sat up, only to have the back of her head collide with something equally solid.

"Ow!"

She quickly looked over her shoulder and was horrified- but not surprised- so see Dexter with both his hands clasped over his forehead, wincing in pain.

"Dexter!" She exclaimed, standing up from the table and crouching beside him in concern. "I'm sorry!"

He sucked air in through his teeth, as one would do in pain, but smiled nevertheless. "It's okay. I shouldn't have been standing there."

She looked around the castleteria; which was now empty and dim, making it obvious that lunch was over a while ago.

"Did I oversleep?" The question was directed more toward herself than Dexter.

Dexter stood up straight, still rubbing his head. "Yeah. Maddie was going to wake you up but Cerise said you seemed tired so we should let you sleep." He explained.

She was beginning to feel like her situation couldn't get any worse when she noticed the dry trail of drool that had formed from the corner of her lips down to her chin. With a slight yelp, she quickly wiped it away.

MHe simply smiled at her, giving her the hope that maybe he didn't notice. But his gaze easily slipped from her face down to her chest. She had to double check his line of vision but there was no doubt; he was definitely looking at her chest.

Her heart felt like it stopped beating.

And within two seconds she could have sworn that her face was pinker than her hair.

It was an indescribable moment of endless thoughts and curiosities, all running through her head at once. Should she be flattered? Or offended? How would someone normally react to this? Looking at a girls chest is a rude thing for someone to do, right? But what if it was someone's crush that did it?

"I have a necklace just like that." He innocently said, not noticing the array of emotions that were flashing on Cupid's face.

All the thoughts stopped. And her heart probably stopped again too.

Cupid didn't know what she expected him to say but that definitely wasn't it. "W… What?" She was too confused to even correct the weak tone in her voice.

He pointed at the locket that was still hanging from her neck. "That necklace. I have one just like it." He repeated.

She numbly looked down to see the silver locket, glinting back at her.

It took a moment to sink in but once it did she thought she was going to scream. Hadn't she taken that off in the hallway last night? Or maybe she hadn't. She couldn't recall and her brain was way too full to go memory-digging right now.

"O-oh... Oh! This?" She wrapped her hand around the heart shaped part of the jewelry, hoping to prevent Dexter from looking too closely. "It's just an old thing a friend gave me. It's nothing. Nothing at all." She knew she just sounded weird on the last 'Nothing at all' part.

"That's nice." He nodded once and looked back to her face, the same smile lighting his eyes. "Which friend was it?"

She opened her mouth to say something (Probably a random name that doesn't really exist) when Blondie quickly walked into the room.

"Hey, Cupid, guess what I fou-" The blonde paused when she saw Dexter.

She looked at Cupid. Then at Dexter. Then at Cupid. Then back at Dexter.

"Ohhhh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I can see you two need some privacy." She winked at Cupid and began slowly backing out of the room. Cupid could feel the color drain out of her complexion.

"Feel free to go back to your business." Blondie gave Cupid a thumbs up, making Dexter lower his eyebrows at her in a confused manner.

"Privacy." Blondie cooed as she disappeared behind the wall leading to the hallway.

Cupid had nothing she could say or any strength she could muster up. She was too mortified at everything that had happened this morning.

"Privacyyyy." Blondie whispered from the hallway.

Cupid facepalmed.

Dexter looked back at Cupid with a questioning expression, as if she could explain what that was about. But of course, she couldn't, so she simply shrugged; almost wishing she could shrug off this whole conversation.

"Well, anyway. Sorry for startling you when I woke you up." His smile returned.

"Oh, no. That's okay. I'm sorry for head-slamming you." She said somewhat quietly. "So sorry."

"No, it's not your fault." He laughed slightly, itching the back of his neck and glancing around the room. He suddenly seemed to be avoiding eye contact. But who could blame him? She had proven herself to not be very graceful in either personality or motion. Not to mention, Blondie was being herself.

"We probably need to get going. Everyone else is probably waiting for us." He said as he did what appeared to be a shrug.

She nodded, not knowing what to say or if she should say anything at all. But he had already turned to exit the room, leaving her no time to decide.

MShe almost wished she could call out to him and ask him about the locket. He obviously recognized it; Blondie obviously stole it from his room; and it obviously had a picture of Cupid in it. What was she supposed to make of that?

But if she asked him about it then that would show that it was stolen and that Cupid had snooped around with it. That wasn't the kind of reputation she wanted. Especially with Dexter.

The best thing she could do for the time being was wait. But the glimmer of hope the necklace gave her for her possible future with Dexter was almost too good to wait for.