Questioning

The question that rang through her pretty head was one so commonly asked she felt it was a mantra for the infatuated.

Does he love me?

She knows that a much better question would be to ask if she, Kamiya Kaoru, the woman, loves him. Smiling, blushing to herself, she answered with sound resolute.

Yes.

But... Does he love me?

Will she have to go through all the pains of supposedly sweet love, bitterly alone?

Where was her confidence when she needed it? No, never mind that.

She tapped on the shoulder of a red-haired man, barely taller than her.

"Kenshin, I have a little question to ask you..."