The only issue Scarlett had was that she wasn't exactly sure what to talk about. After all, she didn't exactly know anything to talk about, since everything she knew was currently 40 years in the future, mentally sighing at her luck. On the bright side, as that fact had slowly sunk in, it returned a little of her apathy. After all, it made almost too much sense that the guy she had a crush on would be an old man in her time. Only she could fall for someone that once she got back to her time, she could never be with. Though this was all assuming such a thing were possible.
Taking a deep breath, to slightly calm herself, she spoke.
"Wouldn't assume you were into flowers." She replied, not sure exactly what to say, and thus settling on the trivial.
"I'm not really, I come here for other reasons. That said, hard to not at the very least appreciate the beauty of them." Johnny replied.
"I see." She replied.
"Not to change the subject, but if you don't mind, Miss Scarlett, why were you hiding under your covers since shorty after I left."
Scarlett's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, another emotion she wasn't used to feeling anymore, at the knowledge that he considered her having hid under her covers. It was true, but coming from him, it was embarrassing as well.
"Just had some stuff on my mind, is all." She stuttered out.
"I see..." He replied, obviously not sure exactly what to make of her response. "Well, Brackett and Dixie were worried. Said you had refused meals, and were practically unresponsive..."
Letting out a slight sigh, he continued.
"As well, I was worried to be honest. Which is why I came to your room and asked you to come with me."
Johnny was worried about her? Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and it felt like she lost all the air in her lungs. Luckily Johnny was looking at the flowers and not her.
"Oh...?" She stammered out, the words lower than normal.
"Yes, of course, I brought you in, so in some ways, you are as much my responsibility as Brackett or Dixie." He replied, matter-of-factly. "Your wellbeing is my utmost importance, and I care about you, Miss Scarlett."
"I see... " She replied, not exactly sure what to say in response. Her heart was working in overdrive, and she couldn't pretend to herself that his admission of worrying as well as caring about her didn't emotional affect her to a significant degree. Why did he have so much power over her emotions? Why did he have to be so attractive...?
"So if you ever need to talk, I am here for you, Miss Scarlett." He stated, giving her another one of those darn smiles, her heart throbbing at it.
She felt like she was on an emotional rollercoaster, unable to keep up with the drastic emotions she was feeling.
Once again, she yearned to have her razor... But her razor wasn't even her razor yet, nor likely even been made, nor did she know how to replace it.
