-OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT AND IT TOOK FOREVER! Schoo laws really busy and I've been going on a lot of trips. But I got it out right? Right? Hehehehe… _*

Roy looked up from attentively cleaning the charcoal black stove, a surprised look on his face.

"Ello Fe-I mean Floid!" He laughed nervously. "Wha' brings you 'ere?"

"I came to show this man to you, he desired to meet you."

"Really?" Roy chirped. "'E wan'ed to meet me?"

"Yeah," The man said with a smile. "You cooked dat food out 'ere? It was amazin! Never 'ave I tasted food as amazing as that! And let me tell ya, I've 'ad my share of delicious food but this, this takes de gold! I loved it!"

Roy flushed and shot me a nervous look. "T-Thank you," He stuttered. "G-Glad you liked it."

The man smirked and held out his hand. "De names Bardroy."

"Roy laughed, taking his hand and shaking it. "I'm Roy."

Vardroy let out a laugh. "'Ow funny! Our names bein de same!"

Roy smiled again and brought Bardroy over to the stove, naming different ways he liked to cook things while Felicity stood in the doorway. Her heart was thudding loudly in her chest and her entire face was flushed. She could feel the sweat rolling down her face and she felt like she was burning inside her never had gotten such high praise for anything she has done, and even though it wasn't directed toward her, it was to the food she cooked, the food he loved. For some reason the thought of him loving something she created made her blush even more. Why am I acting like this? Never before has this happened to me. He is just a petty human, a cook no less. So why should he is inferior opinion matter to me?

"Oi, uh, Floid roight?" Bardroy said, motioning for me to come close. "Take a gander 'ere."

Felicity walked over toward the man, her hands wrung together and her face getting redder with each step. Her eyes remained focused on the floor and she felt her heart hammering so hard it was ringing in her ears. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered, barely managing to keep her male British accent intact. There must be something wrong with me, I must be sick. Otherwise I would not be acting like this. I barely know the man for god's sake!

"You know what dis is?" He asked, pulling something out of a drawer. In his hand was a small necklace with an intricate design with a star in the middle, it was a pendant. And the design was the exact same one on her breast.

Felicity gasped and her hands instinctively flew to cover the place where the mark laid. But soon realizing that he couldn't see it she lowered her hands and approached Bardroy, her hands shaking.

"I-I do not know what that is." She stuttered.

Bardroy frowned and shrugged. "Well if ya sure, mind if I keep it?"

"You found it." Roy shrugged.

Felicity was about to protest but the man smiled and slipped it into his pocket. "Aye, thanks." He smiled.

"Bardroy," Felicity said. "I really must protest—"

"Bard," He interrupted. "Just call me Bard."

Felicity blushed.

"Oi, you feelin all right? Ya been awfully flushed lately, maybe ya should go lie down." He slowly extended his hand to touch her face but she slapped his hand away and stumbled back.

"Just stay away from me!" She cried, tears budding at her eyes and her fake accent and voice crumbling. "Just stay away from me!" She yelled again before turning around and running out of the room as fast as she cold, her shoes clanking against the floor and tears falling across her cheeks. She bound up the stairs and as soon as she reached her room she slammed the door and began tearing off her male uniform.

"Damn!" She cried out. "Ces secle unt de laste*!" Her clothes ripped and tore, falling to the ground until she was left in her undergarments. With a gasp she collapsed down and buried her face into her hands and sobbed. "Ces kero…*"

*Ces secle unt laste= Damn this all to hell

*Ces kero= Damn you