She had been worried. She had actually been almost afraid when she woke up and Gaara wasn't there. In a second, a dozen different scenarios flashed through her mind, all of which involved Gaara in danger. She had rushed out into the apartment, ready to chase down some kidnappers, or fight off giant snakes, but instead she found Gaara sitting calmly at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry and hug the stupid man. What was wrong with her? She sat down across the table and stared at him. It was like... But it was different this time. She wasn't infatuated. Well, she wasn't a little girl anymore.
Was that it? Could that be it?