Later that night, Flora had got back to her shuttle. As the shuttle was taking of, Sen was still waving her goodbye. What he didn't realize is that Umeko wasn't too far away. And what Umeko didn't realize is that somebody else was right behind her.
"I assume you now know that Flora sees Sen as a father, and always has done so." Wells said.
Umeko, who wasn't surprised at all this time, replied: "Yes."
"And after what you've done for her, she's starting to see you as her mother."
Umeko, thought for a moment before saying: "Haven't thought of that."
"Then think of this: would you want her to have parents who are divorced before they even started a relationship?"
"No, of course not!" Umeko answered with an obvious tone, though still a little shy.
"Well, the child's gone, and mom and dad are by themselves!"
Umeko didn't need to hear much more. She decided to make her move, and ran towards Sen.
Wells knew that his work was done here, so he turned around and left the two lovers alone. Though for some reason, he couldn't help sighing over something.
"Funny isn't it?" a female voice spoke to him, which he recognized as Jasmine's.
Wells was surprised to hear her. He turned to look at her and asked: "What is funny?"
"You know exactly how to help others to have a relationship, but are afraid to make a move yourself."
Wells had a slightly terrified look on his face: "What are you talking about?"
Jasmine held up her license as she spoke: "I think you know what I mean!"
Wells was still not sure: "No I don't! What are you...?"
At that moment, not only did he notice she was holding up her license, he also realized he did touch it earlier that day. And since Jasmine is an ESPer, she would have seen what went through Wells' mind when he touched it. As a response, he said something in English.
"Can I assume that was a proposal?" Jasmine laughed.
Suddenly, Wells had no idea what to say, how to act, or what to do. Suddenly, he heard Jasmine giggling, so he asked: "What!?"
Jasmine was still giggling: "A lot is going through your mind right now!"
It was then he noticed that Jasmine had taken of her glove, and just read his mind... again! In reflex he moved away from her and exclaimed: "Will you stop doing that!"
"Do you like me?" Jasmine asked him, still laughing as she was.
Wells hesitated to answer, but Jasmine was about to lay her hand on his shoulder again. This caused a sort of a cat-and-mouse game between a mind-reader and a mind-read.
THE END