Chapter 3:
'There is something different about him' thought Victoria as she sat down opposite the magical Mr. Mistoffelees in the cramped den. She gave him a once over as she continued to dry off.
His sleek black coat was impeccably groomed as usual, his amber eyes gazing into space. His shoulders were laid back and his features gave away nothing of what was going on inside his head. He looked the same as he always had. But something was still not right.
'He looks thin.' Thought Victoria, still eyeing her friend curiously. Mistoffelees had always had the slightest build among all the Jellicles in the junkyard, but he had always moved with a grace that emanated power. Now he looked like a stiff wind could knock him over.
"Mistoffelees?" she asked tentatively. Misto started with surprise and looked over at her.
"Yes Victoria?"
She paused, not sure how to ask him the question she wanted.
"Are you… alright? You look tired… and stressed? What's wrong?"
Misto inhaled sharply, and braced himself to lie to her. But when he met her gaze, he found he couldn't.
"I've just been worried… about you. I didn't think Plato was a good mate for you, but you seemed so happy dancing with him at the Ball."
Victoria raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't think Plato was a good match for me?" she replied playfully, grinning slightly. Misto blushed, and looked down at his feet.
"Well, Magical Mr Mistoffelees, who do you think would be a good mate for me?" Victoria was just teasing him.
Mistoffelees breathing got a bit faster as he summoned his courage. He blinked rapidly and looked up from the ground. He looked her straight in the eyes and softly replied.
"I would."