The glorious vacation was cut far too short. Although he did take a few hours out of the day to go over the work he brought home, it was ONLY a few hours. He was able to get more sleep at night than previously attempted, feeling more refreshed than he ever felt.
His spirits lifted with the vast amount of sleep, the visitors that crowded the halls, conversing with Trowa again, and spending some time with Washu. Although unable to play their string instruments together, he knew there would come a time when they WOULD play. He vowed it would happen, no matter HOW long he had to wait.
But the exciting troop wasn't gone from his house, just there without him. Now back at work for a single day, he left Rashid in charge during his absence. The elder man was his good friend, even more so than Trowa, and he trusted everything would be handled with utmost care. He was given accounts of the circus's arrival from Rashid, so he knew everything would be okay.
Although he had to go back to the same old routine, he was able to see Divinity's face again. It was a sight for sore eyes after so long. Being able to see her face a lot throughout the workweek, he missed her incredibly, along with her easygoing personality.
He wondered how she faired without him, and asked. She only joked back that if she had it her way, she'd keep him out of the office until next Monday at least. Part of him really wondered why he came back for ONE day. But when she handed him all the papers he needed to work on, he knew he'd been away too long as it was.
Shaking his head, he pressed the COM button, waiting for her to pick up. "Diva." He singsonged, smiling at his silly behavior.
"Yes Quatre?" She playfully drawled. His behavior was addicting and she was happy he was back, even IF he looked like he didn't want to be. "Need anything?"
"Well I was just wondering about that meeting I have later." He answered. "I want to get everything prepared now, so I won't have to rush."
She pulled up his schedule, almost amazed at this different side. She knew he could be playful and silly at times, but this was a constant throughout the entire day. "It's twenty minutes after your lunch." She reported. "Anything ELSE you called to ask? Or did you just get bored?" She teased, grinning widely.
He chuckled. "HEY now, that's not FAIR." He humorously defended. His eyes twinkled with a sudden idea. "I think you owe me for that one missy."
A brow rose, unable to keep the infectious smile off her face. His current behavior had that effect on her. "Such AS...?" She warily drawled.
"Lunch. My treat. OUT of the office." He answered, leaning back in the chair. Fingertips pressed together as he envisioned them eating together. Sure they'd done so before, but that was never out of work. They never left work just to have lunch. And he wasn't going to let her pay, not if he could help it!
She rolled the idea through her head, lips thoughtfully scrunched up. Leaving the building again for lunch, with Quatre this time, was too inviting. The same quaint deli and the park sounded like a good way to pass the time.
"Sure, por qué NO?" She smiled and went to clock herself out. "You want to meet me down here and we can leave? I can get my calls taken in that time."
"Works for ME." He said, closing the line.
She took the device off soon after, not wanting to forget it and look foolish when they left. After getting another secretary to handle any calls, she stood and stretched as she waited.
He grinned evilly at the display. Sneaking up behind, his hands lightly pinched her sides, drawing a yelp from her. He chuckled when she spun around. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." He muttered through laughter.
She was unable to scowl, smiling predatorily instead. "'One good turn deserves another'." She quoted, going for his ticklish spots before he could react. He shot away with a small cry, darting around the desk.
She followed at a jog, not able to fully run in heels. Her mood quickly died when she realized the stares people were giving them and stopped. He beat her to the door and she grimaced when their eyes met.
His eyes widened in realization of what they were doing and where. His cheeks flushed. He bashfully looked at the ground and held the door open for Divinity.
'Oops.' He meekly thought. He bit his lip. 'I guess I had such a good time off I forgot how to act like an actual businessman.' He mentally sighed, not wanting to act professional again. It was so stressful, but he'd never gain respect if he didn't. It was in a catch-22, and not one he LIKED.
"So, where're we going?" He asked, walking down the steps in time with her.
"You'll see." She hazily responded. He looked at her intriguingly, but she smiled. "I have an idea." She answered, not giving anything else away. She wanted it to be a surprise.
"Well then, lead on." He pronounced. His arm entwined with hers, allowing her to drag him to wherever she planned.
~*~*~
After grabbing her Styrofoam container and drink, she walked away from the deli, Quatre trailing behind. She fought a blush as they left the deli, feeling a little embarrassed at their small argument on who paid. Now that she had money to frugally buy lunch, she was going to. Too bad HE didn't see it that way. After a small 'discussion', the cashier asked if SOMEONE would pay, since they were holding up the line.
"So NOW where're we headed?" He asked, juggling the container and his juice bottle.
After checking for cars, she crossed the street and continued on, as if not hearing him. "You'll just have to be patient amigo." She muttered, smirking slightly. "I know you have an ample supply in you, so USE it."
"Ha, ha. Very FUNNY." He retorted, playfully scowling. After following her for two or three more blocks, the tips of trees could be seen.
A small smile tipped his face, figuring out where they were headed. After another three blocks, the edges of the park could be seen. Some people entered with them, but she took a sharp turn onto the grass, not taking the wide paved trail others were. He turned as well, following where she was headed.
"There's your surprise." She commented, sitting down. Without waiting for an answer, she twisted off the juice cap and took a long-awaited drink.
"This's very nice." He commented, looking around. The air generator blew, ruffling up the smells of leaves and flowers. He dredged a deep breath, savoring the smell. Rarely would he be able to come back to such beauty, save for when he was in his gardens. And as it was, that was a rarity.
"I spotted this when I roamed around during lunch that one day." She absently answered, taking a bite of her sandwich.
He spied a quick look at her face before remembering his food. After popping the lid open, he quickly dug in, stomach rumbling quietly.
The sights and sounds were a welcome change from silence or answering phones all day. The breeze brought smells of flowers to her nose. It sure was a nice place to spend an afternoon, if she had all afternoon! But the contented quiet would only last so long, and she wanted to ask a few questions that suddenly popped into her head. "So, tell me about the people staying with you." She suddenly asked, taking another bite.
He eyed her, feeling a smile play on his face. Being reminded of the people at home just made him wish for the day to finish up as quickly as possible. But he put that thought aside to devour every minute he spent with the delightful companion in front of him. After today, he wouldn't see her again until Monday.
"Who do you want me to start with? There're a few DOZEN people living with me right now..." He answered, eyes shining with mirth.
She put the sandwich down and looked at a nearby fountain in thought. "What about your friends? I THINK I remember you saying something about them with the circus." She smiled wistfully. "That'd be the LIFE. To see new places all the time, travel everywhere..." Hands propped her head up over the picnic table, still staring at the fountain as she envisioned it.
He looked at her and remembered Washu's words. His good mood dimmed a little, but not entirely. She seemed over it, he should endeavor to put it from his mind as well. But he would ALWAYS worry about her well-being, he couldn't help it. Such was the conjoinment of being such a good friend. "There're a few friends that I have actually. One is male, the two female."
"I thought you said there was only ONE?" She queried, looking at him.
"I made a new friend." He playfully announced, smiling in delight. Her head humorously shook at his mood. "Her name is Washu. Stubborn little cuss, and she was a challenge to get to know." He chuckled. "I think you two should talk hair products. That's ONE thing you have in common." She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "You gotta see her hair." He mused, shaking his head in wonder. "It's jet black, just like her eyes. It goes about to her waist, much like yours, but it's straight, but not as thick as yours."
"Lucky girl." She joked, running a hand over the crown of her head. "I'd swap heads her in a day." She giggled.
"The other people I know are...siblings." One hand rubbed his chin, not really quite sure how to explain Trowa and Catherine's bond. "Their situation isn't really MATERNAL, that I know of, but she claims him as her brother."
She smiled softly. "That's sweet of her."
"Yea, Catherine is the nicest person! Those two kinda LOOK alike too..." He mused. "Trowa's really nice. I met him in the beginning of the war, mostly through orders we were given by different superiors. I let him stay in the house on Earth for a while." His eyes glazed over as he remembered the harmony they created together. "He didn't really speak much back then, but he's learned to open up now. With some of MY help I hope." He smirked. She needed to meet Trowa, but he didn't really know when that would be. He would have to take her to with him to a show or a simple visit. Trowa just HAD to meet the person he helped!
He spent most of the time recalling details of his friend's personality, along with the other two females. He also explained Trowa's attraction to Washu and his deductions behind it.
A large clock in the center of the fountain suddenly chimed, breaking him away. "Uh oh, we need to get back!" Divinity rambled, looking at the time with wide eyes. They had maybe twenty minutes at best. From past experience, she knew it would take all of that.
"No problem, we can just take a taxi." He answered, standing. He collected their trash and walked to a nearby bin to toss it in.
"Well if we hurry, we should be able to make it back without the need." She denied, already starting for the edge. "We shouldn't NEED to take a ride back. It's ONLY fourth of a mile..." Her nose wrinkled. He hurried to match her step.
~*~*~
The next week past in a haze for everyone at the Winner household. He felt a sense of déjà vu as he went to work, reminded of the same instance when Trowa left for the circus. Back when he basically did nothing but work at the Sanc Kingdom. The situation sucked back then, and it STILL did.
He scowled and got into the car, immediately looking out the window. 'I REALLY wish I didn't have to work today!' He sighed. At least he scheduled to leave EARLY, provided the meeting went okay... The documents he reviewed last week were finally going to be signed today, IF he could pull off the presentation. 'I certainly HOPE so.' He prayed, crossing his fingers.
After stopping in front of the desk, he rested the briefcase on the counter. "I'll be with you in a second Quatre." She answered, not even looking up. She didn't need to; she could tell when he was near by now.
He smiled slightly; content to look at her while he waited. His eyes closed with a sudden bogged down emotion. 'I've got to DO something about these feelings.'
Since they'd come to an understanding about everything, things seemed to have returned to normal. He inadvertently put everything on the back burner to continue being her friend, but that didn't stop him from looking into her face from time to time, talking to her just because he wanted to hear her voice.
'Such is the sacrifice for her emotional safety.' He figured, somewhat dishearten. After seeing how uncomfortable she was LAST time he showed her some of his emotions, he vowed to save them for when she was ready. 'If she'll EVER be...'
"Quatre?" His eyes snapped up, having been vaguely gazing at the desk. She looked at him worriedly, wondering what thought so clouded his mind that he didn't hear her calling his name. Her lips pressed together momentarily. "You okay?"
"Yea, just thinking of a few things." He answered absently.
"AGAIN?" She lamely joked.
He smiled slightly. "Well, I need to get out of here early today, you know that. Wanna come with?" He asked. "You'll get to meet everybody."
"Right before they LEAVE?" She kidded, smirking. After a small silence, she shrugged. "If I can get someone to take my calls for the time, SURE."
"Great." He jovially answered. The briefcase slid off the counter when he backed up. "I'll let you know a few minutes before I leave. If you can, find someone BEFORE then." He joked, waving before he was out of eyesight.
~*~*~
The fated meeting finally came, and stayed too LATE. Although it worked, he took longer than he expected to persuade the owners. He had to make them see past his age in order to believe the company could HELP them.
After thanking everyone and walking down some of the hall with them, he took his leave and nearly sprinted to his office, mentally cursing as he went.
Almost bursting inside, he immediately went for the COM link. "Diva, PLEASE pick up!" He answered, feeling antsy.
"Yes Quatre? I take it the meeting went late?"
"Yup, but no time for talk. Can you check and see if the car is out front?" He quickly asked, already going for his things. He wanted to be halfway down the hall in a few minutes.
She stood up and walked from the desk, asking for a quick minute to check. After craning her head up to see over the stairs, she confirmed it. "Yea. Looks like it's been waiting for a little while."
"That's cause I told the driver to be here bout twenty minutes ago." He answered, a little frustrated. His hand hovered over the off button. "I'm coming down, be sure you're ready because I want to be GONE soon!"
Not giving her a chance to respond, he shut the line off and hurried for the door. It didn't take him long to power walk across the way. She was still in the middle of grabbing her things when he entered the area. "Come on girl, I KNOW you can go quicker than this!" He answered, pacing around aimlessly.
"If you don't calm DOWN Quatre, I'm going to tie you to the chair." She humorously threatened, shutting the monitor off. After a quick call to the receptionist to let her know they were leaving, she took the device off her ear.
"NOW I'm ready." She answered. He grabbed her wrist and almost yanked her after him. "Quatre, let GO!" She said, jerking her arm before they hit the steps. "I can walk on my OWN, and if you make me fall down these steps I'm going to make you pay the medical bills!"
"Sorry. Just hurry UP." He said, nearly skipping steps. She tried going as quickly as possible in her heels, the car door already open for them.
'Good thing TOO.' She figured. Her hurried friend was liable to yank the door open HIMSELF, just to get in! She politely smiled at the driver before getting in, startling slightly at seeing Rashid across from them. She hadn't expected him to accompany them to the crew, not seeing a need for it. But, he was a free man and could go wherever he wanted.
"Hello Rashid." She politely greeted, nodding. The elder man smiled before turning to Quatre.
"What kept you Master Quatre?"
"A meeting that took those people longer to see past my age to get to my experience." He unclearly answered, looking out the window. The driver got in and took off.
After some time, along with visibly annoying the others from the impatient tapping on his leg, he couldn't handle the pace anymore. "Please hurry, I don't want to miss the launch." He slightly begged.
"I'm going as fast as I can Master Quatre."
Leaning back in the seat, he felt dejection settle in. His lips pursed in a small pout as he stared at the carpet in the car. They were NEVER going to get there at THIS point!
"We'll get there in plenty of time Master Quatre." Rashid assured. He looked out the window. "See? Just two more blocks to go."
He looked out the window, antsy to see his friends before they left. He didn't want to miss saying farewell. If he did, he KNEW he would regret it until he saw them again. He looked at their third passenger with a smile.
"Sorry I had to cut out so early." He apologized.
She smiled. "That's no problem Quatre. I KNEW you had to leave early today." She assured. "I'll get to meet these friends of yours finally." She smiled. "I highly doubt they'll leave without you being able to say goodbye to them. You do OWN this colony."
He grinned and looked out the window, having forgotten about that fact. But just owning the place wouldn't keep the ship from taking off, they had a schedule to keep and he wasn't about to hinder it.
The car finally pulled into the port and he nearly jumped from the car before it fully stopped. "Quatre!" Rashid bellowed. It was dangerous to take such risks; he didn't want his master getting hurt.
He skidded to a stop, nearly a dozen paces ahead. "Hurry UP you guys!" He yelled back, not realizing what he just did. He'd taken worse risks in the past; the recent one was not big deal to him.
Turning again, he took off in a quick jog around the small number of circus workers that were still around. Blue scanned the area for Trowa and Washu, but didn't find them around the shuttle. His hand shot out and cupped the forearm of one passerby. "Excuse me, do you know where Trowa and Washu are?" He asked, mentally crossing his fingers.
"They haven't been seen for a while sir. Sorry." He got a sympathetic smile and let the man continue on his way. He felt a pang of regret that the group would already be inside.
He MISSED them? 'Damn that meeting.' He mentally cursed. He looked around, but his small search was in vain. 'I KNEW I should've rescheduled it till AFTER the launch, but NNNOOOOO.' He sighed. Regret wasn't going to get him very far if everyone was inside and strapped in. And he wasn't going inside and halt everything just to say goodbye.
Rashid and Divinity finally caught up with him. She tried to hurry after the taller man, but in heels that was really hard. He was forced to slow down to keep her in eyesight, even though he wanted to find Quatre.
Rashid shook his head. "Master Quatre, you shouldn't run off like that." He lightly scolded.
"Sorry Rashid." He muttered. Both hands rested in his pockets. "I just wanted to say goodbye before they left, but no one has seen them and I think they're already inside by now." He looked at the windows of the shuttle, feeling sadness prick through his veins.
She looked around the area, having never been in the same spot for some time. The madness around her wasn't the same as it was LAST time. "Um, Quatre?" She announced, eyes drawn to a tree a little ways off. Her brow furrowed at the spectacle, remembering Quatre's description of his three friends.
He blinked sadly, still looking at the shuttle. "Yes Diva?"
She smiled slightly at the use of her nickname. "There's some people nearby that're waving and pointing over here." She touched his arm, catching his attention.
His eyes spun over to the tree the trio was lounging around and they lit up. Cathy was waving an arm to get his attention, the other two placidly looking at him. He grinned widely and sporadically took off in their direction.
Rashid sighed. "That boy is going to be the death of me yet." He muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
Still standing by him faithfully, she snickered. "No Rashid, I think your own tenseness will be the death of you." She grabbed his arm and dragged him after her friend, not wanting to be left behind again. At least this time, there wasn't so far to go to catch up.
He skidded to a stop near the three. "I thought I missed you guys." He commented lightly, happy he didn't.
Cathy smiled. "Aw, we wouldn't leave without saying goodbye Quatre." Washu nodded with a small smile.
"I take it the meeting ran late?" Trowa lightly joked.
He shook his head with a smile, the troubles of the chairmen now behind him. Seeing his friends allowed him to forget about the earlier problems.
"I'm going to forget that ever happened." He recanted. Trowa's eyes shone his light mood, the rest of his face placid. "But at least the chairmen agreed to sign the contract."
"Well done Quatre." Washu softly stated.
He smiled her way. "Can I speak with you Washu?" He asked. She blinked and nodded after a second. Standing, she hopped from her spot, leaving the notebook in her hands in the hollow of the tree.
"Will you watch over that Catherine?" The woman nodded and picked it up as the two walked away.
Cathy looked at the two standing next to Quatre's now vacant spot. "Hi, I'm Cathy." She stuck out her hand with a smile.
"Divinity, but friends call me Diva." She said smiling.
"Cute name." Cathy gushed. "I like it, exotic. And your nickname is unique."
She grinned sheepishly. "My brothers thought it up. I think they did it to make fun of me cause I like to sing." She joked, blushing slightly.
She turned to Trowa, extending a hand. She remembered his face a month ago when he called to talk to Quatre. She suddenly realized he was the one partially responsible for their being on L-4 in the first place.
"Hi, I've heard a lot about you from Quatre." She smiled politely, waiting for him to move. Part of her felt uncomfortable from the piercing stare, but she took into account the information she learned. She was glad that she did ask about the lanky person leaning against the tree, or she would've cowered down by now.
After a bit, Catherine nudged his side. "Be nice." She humorously ordered. Trowa's gaze swept to hers, but she only ruffled his hair slightly. Pulling away, one hand clasped hers.
"I guess I don't need to introduce myself then." He said, slowly shaking her hand.
"Nope, I've heard a lot about you both. It wasn't hard to get him to talk." She joked, eyes shining. Cathy chuckled and she joined in.
A small silence encompassed the small talk, none of them really able to figure out something to say. Quatre was the bridge to both sets of people. Now that he took Washu to speak with her, they were basically strangers standing around.
Looking for where he went, she turned a little.
"Oh wow." Catherine suddenly commented. One hand went to the back of her head, gaining her attention.
"You look like you have almost as much hair as WASHU." She teased, eyeing her head.
She smiled. "So I've HEARD." She patronizingly took the hair-tie out to show Cathy. One hand untwisted the length, a quick shake of her head working it free the rest of the way. Standing in front of the two, she waited for comments as the weight pulled on her head.
Cathy's eyes widened. "WOW." One hand gripped a small chunk, holding it in the air. She allowed Cathy to be so forward, since she OFTEN got such reactions from people. "How are you able to DEAL with so much hair??"
She shrugged sheepishly. "By keeping it in a BUN all day long." She answered, smiling.
Cathy chuckled and took her place in front of the tree next to Trowa. Now finished with the small 'demonstration', her hands started twisting the mass back up. "It's a real pain to wash sometimes, and dry, but I live with it. I haven't cut my hair in a VERY long while, and I'm used to the weight now."
"It almost reminds me of Duo's hair." Trowa commented.
She eyed him, not knowing whom he was talking about. She only smiled in response.
She felt a little nervous at his serious gaze, not used to be around such solemn people. She put it out of her mind, not letting his lack of participation affect her good time of kidding around with Catherine.
~*~*~
The two slowly trekked back, having finished the painful heart-to-heart. Washu stopped in front and put a hand on his arm. "I'll board now. This's confusing me, but I can't stand to drag it out."
He nodded. "I know what you mean Washu. It's okay." He quickly hugged her again and watched as she jogged up the stairs, soon out of sight. Sighing, he looked at his remaining friends, who faithfully stayed outside. He slowly walked over to the two.
Cathy stepped forward as they met and hugged him tightly. "I'm making this quick. I don't want to see you cry and I don't want to get blubbery about this." She joked. The two pulled back and she gave him a watery smile. "Which's too late to say I'm afraid." She looked at the ground and wiped a tear that gathered at the front of her eye. "We'll see each other again. Just talk to the Ringmaster. I'm sure he'd love to come out yet again and put on a show." She winked and took off for the stairs.
He smiled slightly as he watched her form disappear. Feeling Trowa's emotions, he turned and looked at his friend. "This seems familiar." He softly commented, smiling slightly. Trowa looked at the ship and nodded minutely. "I'm going to miss having you around again Trowa."
Trowa looked at him. "Times have changed my friend. We all have our things to look after." His eye twinkled. "You have a developing friendship to work on with Divinity."
His head ducked with a sheepish smile. If only they were able to get a little MORE in-depth about their emotions toward the respected girls, Trowa would KNOW his feelings about his 'friendship' with Divinity.
Trowa smiled slightly. "I imagine you'll be too busy with that to think much of me."
He smirked and met his gaze at the teasing. "And I think YOU'LL be too busy with YOUR developing relationship with WASHU to heed ME much mind." He threw back. Trowa blinked and stared at him blankly. "Don't look at me like that. You remember what we talked about; I KNOW you do. Just keep it all in mind and be yourself. Don't be afraid to FEEL Trowa. You'll be surprised how things will change if you just let go and act on your feelings."
Trowa nodded slightly. "I shall miss your friendship Quatre." He softly said.
He nodded and lightly hugged his friend. His eyes started watering, and he didn't want Trowa to see. It was the only thing he could think of to hide them, and he just wanted to hug his friend again. Who KNEW how long it would be before they spoke again, before they saw each other face to face?
Again, it took Trowa a second to respond before he hugged back.
"And I will miss YOU Trowa." He whispered. The two pulled away when first call to board sounded. "You have to go now." He muttered, looking away. He tried swallowing, but his throat clogged.
Trowa nodded. "We'll meet again my friend. Just let fate cross our paths down the road." Taking a few steps back, he waved before turning to the stairs.
He waved until Trowa was out of sight and then dropped his hand sadly. Both slowly moved to rest in his pockets, no energy left to put them to use. He left the area and walked back to the car, finding the others waiting for him.
Tears stung his eyes as he closed the distance, but kept his head down to cover them with his bangs. He blinked until things were a little under control, but that did nothing to dull the pain in his heart. He HATED saying farewell, it was as bad as saying GOODBYE. As he told Washu, he figured goodbyes to be forever. And right now, that's what he felt he was saying.
The chauffer opened the car and he slowly got in, sitting down heavily on the interior. Rashid looked at Divinity, then at his master. "Will you be okay Master Quatre?"
Nibbling on a finger, ears listened as the throttles took the ship into the air and out of the colony. Glassy eyes stared transfixed at the carpet in the back. He felt loneliness eat at his soul. His best friend had left; he could feel it. He was probably past the gravitational field reserved to guide ships safely into port and on his way to the next colony.
His eyes moved to the window and he blankly stared out. He missed Trowa and Washu already. Using the arm of the door, his elbow propped against it, allowing his chin elevation as he stared out.
The silence in the car was getting to her. She stared at her friend and knew it must be torment to let someone so apparently cherished leave his side. Having heard the tales and seen the emotions in his eyes wasn't the same as seeing their bond for herself. Having done all that, she knew it was hurting him greatly.
She knew they were good friends, but it was NOTHING compared to what those two must've emotionally done to him. They had to've made a large impact on his life.
"Quatre?" Reaching over, she gently laid a hand over his knee, catching his attention and numb blue eyes. Concern washed over her. "Will you be alright?" She softly asked, feeling a little helpless.
He managed a small smile before looking out the window again. His heart was searching for the strength he felt whenever Trowa and he were together. Staring at the colony sky, resolve pricked his mind.
'He's left before and he's always come back, hasn't he?' He thought. 'You have a job to do. Don't waste time in mourning his depart when he would demand you stop. He's not DEAD, he's just not in FRONT of you anymore.' Blinking away the clouds, he looked at Divinity and smiled slightly, trying to lower her anxiety.
"I will be." He softly answered, looking back at the window. Trying to rid himself of the harrowing emotions was going to take more than just the simple car ride or telling himself it would be okay. He needed to ride out this wave of isolation, even though more friends were sitting nearby.
His friendship with Divinity was different than those he knew during the war. Their time together wasn't as long and there was a different bond there. Even being next to Rashid was different, since he knew the elder man the longest of all his friends.
Teeth bit her lip as she eyed his distracted eyes. She felt so bad for him, even though she felt no great remorse for the group leaving. There was some, since she bonded with Cathy on a small basis. She also wished to've met Washu, but Quatre pulled her away before even saying hello.
She walked to the shuttle before walking back with him. She couldn't really blame Washu...she looked torn up about having to leave. It reminded her much of how she acted when she had to leave Spain and her family behind.
They rode back to the office, but the car didn't leave. He told the driver he was going to grab some documents and be back, since the time was nearly closing anyway.
She followed him inside, wishing there was something she could do to help ease his pain. She knew the only TRUE way to dissolve it to nothing would be to turn the shuttle around and keep everyone here. But that wasn't practical and basically a silly idea, even if it was the most effective at changing his miserable mood.
She stared at the floor as she followed him inside, accepting a ride he spontaneously blurted out. There wasn't anything she needed to grab, not figuring to be back in time to finish work. Everything was closed down and put away for the night. Leaning against the outer wall, she waited in the front while he grabbed what he needed from his office.
Even though the seconds stretched out to minutes, she still couldn't find anything to help him. Nothing was coming to her. 'But I don't want to see him LOOK like that.' She sadly thought.
This side was so different from a mere three hours ago, not to mention a mere DAY ago. Even though he'd been at work while his friends were on the colony, he was happier than she'd ever seen him. Her stomach rumbled quietly, reminding her she hadn't had anything since their outing earlier.
Hearing footsteps, she suddenly got an idea she hoped would help bring him from his gloomy mood. She lightly bit her lip. 'I just hope it WORKS.' She prayed.
Matching his step, she felt a little awkward as they neared the doors, but knew she had to hurry if she was going to get an answer. "Quatre," She softly started, "do you plan on doing anything besides reviewing papers tonight?"
He looked at her before going for the doors, holding one open for her. He didn't bother locking it, since he knew there were people still inside. He made arrangements with those that wanted to stay later than normal and gave them copies of the main lock to be returned later. "Not really. I might get a little extra sleep."
As much as she wanted to let him get that extra sleep, now was when he needed company. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come to my place and have dinner with me tonight." She gave him a small, heartening smile. "I know you're sad they left, and we haven't had TOO much time to hang out outside work lately."
He thought about it as they walked down the steps. The idea to get some sleep and forget the most recent part of the day was tempting, but he didn't want to end the day on that note. Forgetting his friends' faces was not how he wanted to finish their departure. Her idea was a good one. "What time do you normally eat?" He queried, unconsciously agreeing.
She smiled somewhat, openly relieved. "Whenever you want amigo. I can whip up some of my homeland cooking and we can play on the keyboard." She offered pleasantly. Her mind already started thinking up what dishes to make.
His lips tinged upward a little. The driver opened the door for them and they got in slowly. "Make it six then." He figured, calculating the time. Today was Friday and he didn't plan on going in tomorrow. He just wanted a day off from the whole hectic business world, and he wasn't expected in anyway. "That'll give you a few hours to get everything ready."
She reckoned the extra two hours would give her MORE than enough time to get things cooked. The driver took off, her mind still in a whirlwind of thought.
As they started for her apartment, she started getting a clearer indication of the food she planned on making. 'First thing, get water boiling and get the apartment tidied up.' She kidded.
~*~*~
Finished setting the small table and all the food on low to keep heated; she gave the small kitchen a final once over. Not able to do anything else but serve the food, she walked to the desk and sat down. Maneuvering the lamp for better light, she picked up the cloth and needle, trying to find where she left off. After meticulously counting the small holes, she checked the cross-stitch pattern again and continued on.
The smells around the small area filled the halls and rooms with a number of spices. Her stomach kept rumbling, but she silently ordered it to remain patient. Quatre still had ten minutes or so till he was to arrive, it could wait THAT long.
The second he dropped her off, she changed into more comfortable clothes and got out the cleaning supplies, almost a whirlwind of energy. Everything got a good dusting, since she was normally too busy with work to do so, along with the fact that she never dusted because she never had company.
She cleaned the entire floors, carpet AND linoleum. The whole place took practically an hour to make nearly spotless, but it was WORTH it. Doing such an involved job meant she wouldn't have to again for a while.
Knowing exactly what she wanted to make with the now full kitchen helped immensely. She started cooking and put away the supplies at the same time, hoping to save time. Now thankful she stocked up on mostly Hispanic spices and supplies, she was able to make almost anything she wanted. She just hoped he LIKED it.
A small knock on the door jerked her head up from the needlework and looked at the door with a smile. Immediately setting it down, she walked the short way and unlocked the deadbolt, not even checking the peephole. Seeing his handsome eyes, though a little tired and worn out, she smiled anyway.
"Bienvenido Quatre." She softly answered, opening the door for him. He didn't give any recognition or knowledge that he heard her as he stepped inside. She locked it after him, noting he had no coat.
He took in the apartment, the smell of delicious food able to be smelt from the other side of the door. He inhaled deeply with a wistful smile from the stronger fragrance.
A lamp on the desk, along with some cloth and needle, took his interest. Last time he helped her put the desk together, neither rested over it. He figured she must've gone shopping without him. Another small set of lights hanging above the table set on low, giving an almost romantic feel, only without the music.
"That smells good." He softly commented, looking at the stove. Small red glares from the burners told him that she was ready for his arrival for a while. He felt a little embarrassed, knowing he kept her waiting. "Sorry if I'm late." He apologized, sheepishly turning.
She looked at him strangely, eyeing a nearby wall clock. No, he was on time exactly. She smiled kindly, beckoning him to the table. "You're on time Quatre." Her smile widened a little. "I was just very busy, a GOOD busy though, and got done a little early."
He smiled slightly and sat in one of the high chairs. Along with the dishes and utensils, a small round container held something under closed lid. A few bowls holding small amounts of salad, cheese, tomatoes, and sauces rested nearby. He almost wondered how she was able to put so much on such a small table, but the glass containers were small enough on their own.
She walked to the stove and grabbed a towel, carefully covering the sides. She placed part of the main dish over the potholders, making sure not to hurt the new table.
He looked at the small dish, but the lid kept him from peeking inside. He inhaled when the smell was nearer to his nose. "Hmmm, what's that?" He queried, mouth curving in bliss.
She smiled softly and went back to the stove. "I decided on something easy. That is a small portion of chicken." She set the other pot next to the other, carefully taking off the steaming lid. "This is beef." She went to the microwave and grabbed a few more containers, wedging them on the table as well. "Spices and a sauce for the main dish."
She quickly backtracked and shut the door, concealing more food she had yet to bring out. There simply wasn't enough space on the table for it all.
Grabbing the towel still attached to the handles, he opened the lids, idly watching the steam rise. Water dripped from the lid and he carefully set it on the flat handles next to the other, keeping the water from getting everywhere.
An arm snaked around him, dipping a deep spoon into the small dish. After taking her place next to him, she smiled. "Do you want to say grace, or should I?" She asked, folding her hands over the plate.
He looked at her pleasant face, almost wondering how she could be so amiable after today's happenings. He felt absolutely terrible, barren. But, he supposed, she didn't know them like he did. "I'll let YOU." He softly answered, slowly folding his hands.
She swallowed harshly as she looked at him. She'd hoped her presence alone would help him cope. She was trying to be strong, as he was strong for her not too long ago. She'd just have to keep it up; he'd relax as the night wore on.
'I HOPE.' She prayed softly.
Quickly bowing her head, she tried remembering how the old family rhyme went. Her lips momentarily pursed. "Come lord Jesus, be our guest. Let these gifts to us be blessed. Amen."
"Amen." He softly echoed, opening his eyes. "I didn't know you were Christian." He softly announced, looking at the food.
"Catholic, and you didn't ask." She evenly said, smiling slightly. Playing hostess, she reached for the colorful lid, revealing steaming soft tortilla shells.
Another aroma reached his nose and he looked at the revealed mystery. "So, what am I EATING?" He asked, smiling a little.
She smiled wryly when their eyes met. "I made tostadas, chicken and beef for whatever you like more. There's rice in the microwave, but that won't fit on the table. And there's also frijoles...beans. A home recipe."
She smirked and grabbed a soft shell. Although it wasn't very polite to serve herself before him, she knew he was watching to know what to do.
She arranged chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and poured some of the spicy sauce around the middle. After that, she carefully rolled the shell and took a small bite. Her full mouth hummed from the flavors that met her taste buds. After swallowing, she set the roll down. "Oohh, that's GOOD." She appraised, smiling widely. "I'm an even better cook than I THOUGHT." She giggled softly.
He chuckled and copied her ingredients. Folding it proved a little hard, but he made due. Though, with her suggestions and laughter, it didn't help his ego any to know he was doing it all wrong.
The moment he took a bite, all her teasing fled his mind. She was certainly right about the food! Everything was spicy and he knew his sinuses would be cleared later, but it tasted too good for him to care.
After he took a bite of his wrap, she got from the table and grabbed the full rice container from the microwave. She grabbed a pair of tongs from nearby and dished herself a chunk of plain rice. She handed the bowl over and patiently waited as he served himself as well. Afterwards, she set it back in the microwave to keep warm, repeating the action with the other side dish.
They made little talk, too busy to eat. They mostly enjoyed the soft atmosphere created by the low lighting. The only lights on were above their heads and the lamp on her desk.
Looking at the unnamable craft on the desk, his eyes curiously narrowed. "What're you working on?" He wondered, pointing behind her.
She looked at the desk and mentally cursed herself for leaving the light on. As soon as he arrived, she forgot all about it. "Oh, forgot that." She suddenly stood and turned the lamp off.
After sitting, she smiled. "It's a cross-stitch pattern. I used to make those all the time at home." She smirked. "I don't suppose you remember any of them when you were in my room at Spain." She lightly teased. His head ducked with a small shake, casting her right. She chuckled quietly.
"That's alright, I didn't expect you to." She cast a quick gaze at the work before going back to the food. "I went out shopping again shortly after I went with you, and spied a small craft store with those in it." She smiled wistfully; remembering her reluctance to choose one and only one. "I found a LOT I wanted to get, but couldn't decide. So I bought three to work on." She smiled bashfully, digging around in the rice.
"What's that one on?" He queried, smiling somewhat. She looked adorable the way her head hung down and smiled. Her lengthy hair was unbound, some of it spilling over her shoulder.
"It's a picture of Jesus with his hands pressed together near his face." She answered, taking another bite of her second tostada.
"You're really into religion aren't you?" He suddenly blurted out. He grimaced slightly when she gave him an odd look, partly mixed in with suspicion. He suddenly knew that was the wrong way to word that! "Don't get me wrong," He placated, hands in between them, "I'm certainly not complaining! I believe in Allah myself." He smiled wistfully, remembering Duo and his religious getup.
"In fact, I'm good friends with someone who was RAISED in a church. I'm not sure if HE'S Catholic or Christian, but he wears a cross and priest's outfit."
She held his gaze, intrigued at someone who would be so faithful to wear such an outfit. "Is he a priest?"
He nearly snorted at the picture of DUO being a priest or pastor, but held in the amusement. "No...I never really got into that kind of talk with him." He answered. "He...well he calls himself Shinigami...cause," He looked at the plate, toying with some rice, "he was in the war and believed himself to be that."
"What's Shinigami?" She asked, staring at him curiously. All eating motions died as she focused on their talk. She was very religious in her own way, and this was a subject they'd never strayed to till now.
"It's Japanese for God of Death." He softly answered, feeling a small blush creep to his face. Why he was blushing he didn't know, but trying to explain Duo was as complicated as trying to get Trowa to open up!
She looked at him strangely, blinking at the weird title. "Why would he call himself THAT?" She wondered, going back to her food.
He smirked slightly. "Well...you'd have to know DUO." He vaguely answered. "Explaining him isn't the same as MEETING him." He chuckled to himself, almost wondering what would happen between those two if they ever DID meet.
"That's the second time I've heard that name." She suddenly said. "Trowa commented that I've got HAIR like Duo and I just took his word on that." Her head shook in slight amusement.
He leaned back in his seat, eyeing her hair. "That you DO." He mused, smiling. "But I've never seen his hair out of that braid of his, so I couldn't compare. If you want me to braid your hair the way he has it, THEN I could let ya know."
"That's OKAY..." She drawled, giggling at his silly behavior. It was nice to see him joke around again, and she almost wondered if encouraging the suggestion would help bring his spirits higher. But she didn't like the way he phrased his particular statement, and she didn't WANT to see how this Duo braided his hair!
~*~*~
After both ate their fill, she cleared the table. When he went to help, she put an arm on his shoulder and kept him in his chair, not allowing him to help. Even though he offered a few times, saying things would GO faster, she still denied his offer. She was hostess and he was her guest, she wasn't going to let him raise a finger to do menial work.
He sat in the chair and watched as she moved around, putting unfinished dishes in the fridge and their utensils in the sink. She looked utterly content to do so, and he was happy just to watch her.
She walked around the small area with a defined grace, that curtain of hair flowing behind her when she turned or moved. Just seeing the innate beauty she held flared those emotions toward her. He quickly looked away before showing or telling her something he might regret. Although HE wouldn't regret it, the effect of his actions would make him curse the slip.
At the same time, that little voice in his head said to GO for it. She was so polite and kind throughout dinner, during the entire day. She seemed more concerned than normal over his well-being, as he was with her all the time. Part of him wondered if she felt anything, but didn't recognize the feelings as anything more than friendship.
'She might not know what she feels, and considers that part of being your good friend.' The voice taunted.
'I'm not going to push her at any rate.' He argued back, eyes glued to the table.
'But if you KNOW she feels something, why not GO for it? At least ASK her.' It disputed back.
'If she doesn't KNOW what the emotions are though, she'll get scared again.' He pointed out, feeling a little irritated at the good points his rational side was making. There was no way he could hold up a decent defense if that kept happening. 'I don't want her backing away again.'
'But you LET that happen LAST time.' Another voice pointed out. 'If you just talked to her about it, that whole week would've never happened.'
"Quatre?"
Jerking his head up, he nearly bonked heads. His eyes widened at her close proximity, able to see every detail to her dark eyes.
She smiled kindly, pulling away a little. "You okay?" She queried again. It seemed she was the one asking that question these days. But, he looked torn over something, something OTHER than his friends leaving.
When she tried to gain his attention, it was like he was in his own little world, deaf to her voice. The only thing she could do was stand near him and lay a hand on his shoulder. She hadn't MEANT to stand so close, but her arms only reached so far!
"Yea, just thinking of a few things." He absently answered, still holding her eyes. He could still clearly see everything, every kind line in her face. It made him question which side of the argument he was on.
She smiled caringly and took a step away. "Like what? Anything I can help you rationalize?" She teased, eyes crinkling somewhat.
His gaze shot to the floor between them, not wanting to answer either question truthfully. If he DID, he'd change things before them and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to do that. "Naw. I was just wondering a few inane details." A side of his mouth rose, trying to reassure her. "Nothing major."
She studied him, not too sure he was telling the truth. That thoughtful look in his eyes told her he was still wondering about something. If he would tell her, maybe she could help clear that look from his face.
"Well, come on. I'll let you pick a piece and I'll play it for you." She said, entwining their arms. She escorted him into the empty room where the large keyboard sat. Nothing but the keyboard on its stand and a bench rested against one wall, a tall floor lamp right next to it.
She clicked the light on and pulled the seat lid up. A small number of pieces rested there, waiting to be chosen. She looked at him with a smile, finding his gaze diverted to her room. "I know, I know," She joked, reading the confused look in his eyes, "this room doesn't HAVE much, but it's not like I have visitors everyday." Her smile widened. "This'll be the guest room when I get time to find a bed and dresser."
He picked one of the Yanni compositions, listening as she played and turned the pages when she prompted. If the writer was still alive, he would've congratulated him on his brilliance. The piece she played flowed like water, her fingers playing the multi-tone notes the way it was written. No one but her could've played it as well as it was worked out, at least HE thought so.
The main reason he picked the song was due to the title, 'Only a Memory'. The song struck chords with his emotions, some he kept buried away.
When his eyes closed and his ears worked instead, he saw visions of his father during the earlier years. His second meeting with Trowa at the hotel flashed through his mind as well, no sound but the piano being heard. Although he watched as they silently talked, he was deaf to the past.
Meeting Divinity for the first time when she walked into the meeting room and handed him the document came next. He marveled at how they'd changed so much. She went from a professional, courteous woman to a professional, playful worker and friend.
He pictured her face in his mind, even though she was sitting right next to him. All her admirable traits listed themselves in his head. He was unintentionally making it worse by realizing just HOW special and wonderful she was, but attributed it to the music.
"Thinking again?" She suddenly broke in, never stopping.
His eyes jerked open, finding her orbs darting from his to the paper constantly. He smiled slightly and turned the page for her. "Yea." He softly answered, folding useless hands in his lap. Listening to her play made his fingers itch to take up his violin.
"Do you mind telling me about it?" She softly asked. In truth, she was a little hesitant, since she spied peeks at his face. Emotions flashed over those closed eyes, his mouth smiling in spots, frowning the next. She wondered what could cause such drastic changes to his mind. "I really WOULD like to help."
He was touched by her honest administration. Although helping wouldn't be as easy as that, especially when he told her what was on his mind. He just didn't want her changing from the person she was now. She looked and acted all her seventeen years, possessing the wisdom and care of a mother.
He turned another page for her, feeling the need to fidget at their closeness. Their shoulders touched due to the size of the bench, even though both fit on well enough. "Well..."
"Please." She whispered again. "I know you well enough to know when you have something on your mind, it eats at you until it EXHAUSTS you. Like me, you tend to over-think. I've learned by trial and error, if you do what your HEART says and not your HEAD, you'll be a lot better off."
He realized that, but he also recognized that if he did what his heart told him, he'd kiss her right then and there! The idea was tempting, but that would scare her off worse than just telling her how he felt.
She finished the piece and all the emotions left him. He felt the loss and wanted them to continue, if he was to speak from his heart. "Can you play it again?" He asked, looking at her.
She nodded silently and did so, starting the beautiful melody again. That same calmness returned, and so did a small amount of insight.
She wanted to help him figure out his thought process, even though she didn't know what it was. She cared enough to invite him to dinner when she really didn't HAVE to. She worried over him, as he did her. He knew that should be enough to make up his mind, if not for one small factor. He was her boss and she his employee. If things changed, what would happen THEN?
'Not that there'll ever be an indication that things WILL change.' If he had it his way, she'd be comfortable for the rest of her LIFE. She'd live in a fully furnished house, with all the room she wanted. She'd have all the instruments she could ever ask for, with enough compositions to play to keep her busy for years. She could have ANYTHING she wanted and he'd readily give it to her. All she had to do was ask.
"Well, I've been thinking about a lot of things since Trowa came back." He began, wondering how to word everything. He wished more than ever that Relena was near him; he needed her help so he wouldn't screw up. This was perhaps his only chance to make the right impression and not scare her off again.
"We had a nice long talk about the changes in our lives." He longingly smiled, wishing his friend were around again. He needed someone to talk to that understood him inside and out, also having the inside track to his past to help him comprehend the present and future.
"There's someone that we conversed about, someone Trowa didn't know at the time, but made correct assumptions on. Although I was able to progress my thoughts on my own, hearing someone else speak the same way just made everything clearer."
"Hearing advice from someone else always DOES." She softly agreed.
He turned the page, realizing he was too thrown into his thoughts. How did he expect to use the music for courage, if she was unable to play constantly?
"Time has passed, and things have changed between me and this person. I've definitely changed from who I was so long ago during the war. Now that I'm back home, my thoughts have turned to subjects I never thought about before. At first, I denied the thought's entrance. I didn't want my business life interrupted since I needed to learn so much. I STILL do, but my priorities have shifted a little. I've learned to weigh both sides and still let in that person. But," His eyes dropped to the keyboard, watching her fingers, "I'm not sure I should say anything."
"Why not? You LIKE this person it seems." She said evenly, brow furrowing in confusion as she stared at the notes.
He smiled grimly. "I do, but I don't think I can show her that because of...instances."
"Why don't you come right out and say it? Have you ASKED?" She questioned. She never held this talk with him before, but knowing he liked someone mildly pained her. She didn't know why, even though she held this conversation with her brothers before. They needed advice from the female mind and she gave it to them.
But knowing Quatre needed her help, she put everything aside in order to clear his mind and give him clarity of what to do. Almost knowing he was having girl problems didn't register, since she never saw him date anyone.
"No. Haven't bothered. I was too busy trying to hide my feelings."
"THAT right there, is your PROBLEM." She said, authority in her voice. "If you don't let those feelings out, it'll consume you and then you'll be a WRECK."
He smiled, already been there. "Then what should I say?" He asked, almost openly staring. He could feel the emotions change his face the longer he looked into her beauty, but couldn't help it.
The lamp cast shadows over her face, the specks in her eyes lighting them up with an age-old wisdom. He almost wondered if she pieced it together yet from what he'd done in the past. He continued to look, but didn't see any trace of recognition.
"Well, when do you think you'll find the time to talk with this girl?" She asked, ideas coming to her head. Damned the emotions that came to her, she was going to help him come hell or high water.
"Special times, or places, normally have an everlasting effect on a person." She smiled slightly. Just like what she planned on doing by inviting him over. She wanted his mood to lift, and she knew the only way to do so was to overload his sadness with kindness and compassion.
"I suppose anytime will work." He figured, the wheels spinning. If he could get her to play once more, he'd have everything figured out.
"Well then the only thing that's left is for you to think of how you want to ask this girl out. But don't mumble or mess words. Be sincere and honest." She answered, finishing the piece.
He smirked somewhat. "THAT works, I guess." He vaguely answered, looking at her sheepishly. "Mind if I play once?" He asked. "I'm pretty sure I can get the hang of it."
She smiled and nodded, changing places so he had more room. She watched his hands over the keys, caressing them. Just watching his strong fingers brought a small shiver up her spine. "So, did that help?" She asked softly, eyeing him. His face was utterly peaceful and calm.
He nodded somewhat, a soft smile on his face. She helped more than she KNEW. "Very much so. I just need to find a way to ask now." No, he knew, he needed the COURAGE to ask her out before finding a WAY to ask her out.
"I just need a little strength. She's a real beauty and I consider her very special." He mysteriously answered, a smile fighting to break through. It was kind of funny being able to talk about Divinity when she sat right next to him, but she didn't even KNOW it.
"All the more reason for you to ask. If you cherish this person that much, don't let her go." She advised, turning a page. She concentrated on the music and let it calm her.
He nodded thoughtfully, wondering how she would react if he told her the entire conversation was about her. He sensed she was trying to deal with sad emotions and his eyes widened a little. She thought he was talking about someone else, and cared about him that much that she didn't want him to date another girl! His heart twanged. "Then I guess the only way for me to ask, is just be heartfelt." He answered, more to himself.
"I guess I can only say; I've liked you from early on, even though I didn't really know what I felt. I just knew you and you kept things distant between us. After a month had gone by, your presence invaded my soul so much that it was hard for me to NOT think of you. I worried about your safety and comfort from nearly day one. You were so secretive toward me and I never had a reason until that day you let everything out. I helped you cope with that sadness and it brought us closer together. I think you began to feel something back as time went on, but I was never given any clear indication, nor could I ever sense anything from you. But now that we're good friends, I come to think that you DO feel something for me, but disguise it AS friendship. I wonder if even YOU know it, since I've seen you act upon it."
His eyes shot to her profile, trying to read her face. "And lately, I've wanted to ask you out. But until TONIGHT, I've never had the courage to really SAY what's on my mind. So I've nothing left but to outright ask you; do you want to go out with me? It doesn't have to be long term if you don't want. I just want to spend an evening with you and consider it something more than friends, to keep something special."
Her eyes watered up from the speech. He plunked the keys extremely slow, as if waiting her to answer. How could she answer to THAT? She didn't want him saying that to some girl he liked THAT much!
Pressing her lips together, she looked at the keys blankly, trying to keep tears from falling. "Well...I guess THAT'LL work." She softly answered, trying to keep her voice from wavering.
He looked at her wide-eyed before it sunk in. She still thought he was talking about her as 'the girl he liked'. Smiling in utter mockery of his stupidiness, he stopped playing and turned to her.
He noted the shine to her eyes and his humor dimmed slightly, not realizing she cared that much that it pained her to see him date someone else. If only she KNEW... Taking her hands, he held them between their bodies and looked into her eyes. "Then, what do you say?" He nearly whispered. "Yes, or no?"
Her eyes widened at the way he looked at her. Although she felt the instinct to move away, her body was rooted to the spot. Something kept her from moving, from even flinching. Her eyes remained trapped under his gaze, those soft words ringing through her ears. It was getting hard for her to breath, but she felt no pain.
All the adrenaline and ecstatic emotions that ran through her dulled everything. Amazement didn't nearly describe what she was experiencing. After all he just said, after all he confided in her, it was all about HER!
Her mouth gaped open to answer, but she couldn't even find her voice. Not even a pathetic squeak or mewl got past her lips. She was truly shocked that he would want her. That he liked her that much to want to date her. She couldn't believe he thought of her that strongly...
One hand left theirs and a finger rubbed against her cheek. He fought the smile at her utterly shocked expression, but couldn't help it. His eyes crinkled from the utter adorable look on her face, the way she was unable to answer him.
He could sense she was relieved in a small way that it wasn't about another girl, but she was also scared that he asked her out. He was FULLY aware she would be scared and stunned beyond belief, since this changed things. Before, he only looked at her with the emotions burning in his eyes. This time, he was downright asking.
He was well aware of the consequences of their work habits and how they would be affected, but he thought everything through in the past two months. He didn't want to let her go, not if he could help it. He wanted to know her more than ever. He wanted to know every little quirk and habit she possessed. He wanted to find out each little annoying habit she held against herself and change that to a positive attribute.
At the same time, he was also getting nervous when she still didn't answer. He wondered if she ever would. He tried to touch her and draw the reply from her, to relieve the uncomfortable situation. He wanted to feel relief that she said yes, not even allowing him to wonder what would happen if she said NO. "So," He whispered nervously, "will you go out with me Divinity? Even once is all I ask."
She thought up an immediate yes, but kept it silent. What happened to never dating employers or employees? But they were two of the few youths in the entire building; dating had never really come to her mind. It had in the PAST, but that was before their friendship intensified and she'd do anything to make him happy.
She blinked. 'Anything?' She mused in surprise.
She knew if she said yes then he would be happier than she'd seen him, even more so than when his friends were here. But, that would change the beliefs her father instilled into her. She told herself she NEVER wanted an office romance, in case it ever went bad. She remembered the look in his eyes half a month ago, knowing he showed her back then.
She cowered away from it, scared that he liked her. She wasn't afraid of HIM, but what he saw in her. She didn't want to let him down when he realized she wasn't all he described. But the week she avoided him, she'd seen him disappointed and it hurt her in some way. She hurt him, though she didn't really understand how she did it.
Her eyes darted over his face, trying to find words to express, to alleviate his apparent unease. 'What am I supposed to SAY?' She wondered, thinking of his heartfelt speech. Some of it brought her actions into a new light, but she wondered if it was all true. 'Friendship as a guise for more???'
Feeling she wasn't going to answer, even though her emotions didn't turn him away, he looked away dejected. Maybe he'd come on too strong again, told her too much. Maybe if he'd been a little more casual...
"If you don't want, it doesn't have to be right away. I just want one outing is all." He softly answered, trying to keep his voice even. Although he was sad, he'd be damned if he let her go again! She was too precious to just keep slipping past him on the pretense that she was uncomfortable and scared. He was as WELL, so they were even. Not even fighting OZ had he been this scared. At least THEN, he knew what the objectives were. There wasn't a strategy he could think of to help change THIS situation.
"All I'm asking is for you to THINK about it." He softly pleaded. His hand touched her face lightly. "That's not too much to ask, is it?"
How she found her voice over his charming endearments was beyond her. "It's not." She whispered.