Date
After calming down from the realization that you were in love with Altaïr, you did your best to avoid him.
Why? Because you'd be far too embarrassed, and knowing yourself, you'd somehow manage to blurt it out, making the whole situation even worse.
The thought of the Assassin returning those feelings had occurred to you, but you dismissed it as impossible. You wondered if the word 'love' even existed in his dictionary.
And, unbeknownst to you, Altaïr actually noticed your sudden absence. He noticed how you were never lurking around the corner, like you used to, ready to attack him with a hug.
And the silence! The silence Altaïr thought he had missed, but loathed right now.
It was like he had gotten used to you being around, and something inside of him liked you better than the silence; and so it wasn't planning on letting go of you anytime soon.
It seemed like years later, when Altaïr spotted you, looking around cautiously while sneaking around. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted how the roles had been reversed.
Just when you were about to walk away, Altaïr sprinted towards you and grabbed your wrist, causing you to look up in surprise and shock.
"Come, let's walk!" he yelled above the noise of people trying to do some shopping. It wasn't like you had a choice; he was already pulling you away with him. But this was technically a date. Of course you wouldn't refuse!
