"You heard everything didn't you?"

She nodded, but her mind was very much absent.

How could it be possible for a boy to make her feel like this in little more than a day?

Damian wasn't good at social interaction.

That much she'd gotten.

Did he know that everything he said was so clearly abnormal?

He said he could see himself loving her.

Loving. Her.

She was ordinary in every way, but he could list all those things about her.

Breathing shouldn't be so hard and was that a tear falling down her cheek?

Apparently he noticed too. "Did I do something wrong?"

He frowned.

He didn't even seem to realise that what he'd just unknowingly spilled to her was the kind of confession some girls' dreamed about.

Straight out of a fairytale.

She couldn't see him as a prince.

It didn't fit right.

He'd make a good Robin Hood or Zorro though.

Oh, what had her life become?

"No. Nothing wrong. Shocking, but not wrong."

And she barely noticed how he instantly seemed to calm down. "I haven't scared you away yet?"

The laugh escaped without her permission. "I'm not easy to scare or maybe, you're just not that scary."

He actually looked insulted.

She could see how some people might have been scared off by that.

That glare was brutal.

But the only thing she saw was the boy that had saved her first day in Gotham.

She couldn't bring herself to be scared of him.

Not after yesterday.

Not after seeing him have a similar freak out to hers just a few minutes ago.

Getting to see him nervous weirdly enough made her surer of her decision to give him a chance.

Damian had made it clear that he wasn't a guy that worried about other people.

If he cared so much about this then she felt certain that he wouldn't play with her feelings.

That was good.

She'd had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.

She felt confident in her decision.

It was a chance, but sometimes you had to put your neck out.

"I have a tour booked with my class until three o'clock tomorrow." She hadn't noticed how she'd slowly been inching closer to him. "But after that we are free to do what we want."

He understood. "How does dinner sound?"

"We could meet up at mig hotel."

"I can be there at 4."

She smiled. "Perfect."

His eyes were sparkling.

There couldn't possibly be that many shades of green.

A cough brought her back to reality.

Azalea.

The girl was standing of to the side watching them. "I have no idea what that just was, but apparently you guys have a date planned for tomorrow." They nodded. Hadn't they been pretty clear about that? "Great. Marinette is staying for dinner. You're more than welcome to stay too. We're making pizza."

Huh.

"Is this some kind of set up?" Damian seemed cautious.

She could see where he was coming from.

"After watching you two interact I'd happily set you up, but you don't really need that. You managed on your own. I would also hate to chaperone you two. It's frankly freaky watching this weird dynamic you've got going."

Made sense.

Kind of.

"Well, the pizzas aren't going to make themselves."

And so began one of the best evenings she'd had in a long time.