Brutus POV
I arrived on the day of Enobaria's feast because they had to move it two days earlier than planned. I arrived to the apartment and knocked on Enobaria's door.
"Come in," she said. I entered. She was sprawled on the sofa reading a book. The minute she saw me, she put the book down, ran to me, and threw herself at me. It felt so good just to hold her again. She let go of me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, of course. I don't know about her, but I felt sparks. We pulled apart and she dragged me to her sofa. She sat me down and then she laid down next to me with her legs over mine, just like we she did before leaving. She was so happy, I think she was glowing. I noticed that her hair looked a little different. It was cut into layers and she looked more slender than she already was.
"You hair," I stated, "You cut it."
"Do you like it?" she asked me while holding her hair in her grip. She looked a little worried, like as if I hated her new haircut, I would hate her.
"I love it," I told her assuring her.
"Really?" she asked. I nodded my head and she smiled. "Good, because my prep team did it." I smiled and kissed her head. We talked for a whole two hours until we were interrupted by her prep team. I pecked her on the lips and was about to leave until I decided to gather my courage and ask her something.
"Baby?" I said. "Can I escort you to the feast? Not as your mentor but as your… boyfriend?" she smiled and kissed me goodbye, as if saying yes. I left her in the hands of her prep team.