Gaara couldn't come in; Sakura was adamant on that point.
"No." She said again. "If you don't go back downstairs and outside then people will be suspicious."
Gaara sighed and leaned his head against the wall. Why was he so frustrated by this behaviour? Well, after all, he had brought her to Suna so that they could be together more often, and here she was, telling him they couldn't do that. He was starting to feel annoyed with her. She had said herself that she wanted to be close to him too, so why was she pushing him away now?
Sakura bit her lip. She hoped she wasn't being too frustrating. "Look Gaara, I just..." She shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel like I should prove myself before anyone finds out." She stared at her feet and fidgeted. "I mean, what if they think I'm not good enough? Everyone in Suna really loves you, and maybe I did save you, but I'm still a foreigner. I'm sure that they'd rather you had picked a girl from the village, someone more suitable for you."
Gaara frowned. "More suitable for me?" He asked. "What exactly does that mean?"
Sakura looked up, startled by his angry tone. Great. How had she ruined such a nice night so easily? "I just mean... Well, look at me. I'm not exactly the catch of the day."
"I am looking at you." Gaara answered flatly. "I'm always looking at you."
Sakura blushed, and was at a loss for what to say, but luckily for her, she didn't have to answer. At that moment they heard footsteps coming down the hall and both looked that way. Gaara sighed mentally.
"Goodnight Sakura." He said, and bowed stiffly to her before walking away. Sakura watched him go, feeling an odd ache in her stomach.
She turned and went inside.