A/N: Special thanks to: MaroonAngel of Darkness, Rebekka, and Bebedora. :)
~ He still didn't seem to understand what that girl found so interesting about him that she never left him alone anymore. But then again, the world had more (unsolvable) mysteries these days. ~
U. - Understand
About time he got home, Rinoa mused silently.
As soon as the raven-haired woman spotted him, she beamed. "Hi," Rinoa spoke, as she got up from the couch and walked over to him.
His response was a little slower than usual, which indicated that this had been a very tiring day for him. The fact that he was wet through made her feel even worse for him.
"...Hi."
Squall took off his leather jacket and hung it up to let it dry. His gloves followed quickly after that, which he put in the jacket's pockets.
Despite her slight disappointment at his passiveness, she asked, "Did you eat?"
Squall sighed. He still didn't seem to understand what that girl found so interesting about him that she never left him alone anymore. But then again, the world had more (unsolvable) mysteries these days.
Besides, he kind of liked the attention, but only if it came from her. She probably didn't even know how cute she looked when she looked up at him with those big, brown eyes... And he wasn't going to tell her, because knowing her, Rinoa would only use it against him.
"...Did you eat?" the brunet inquired, as he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair.
Rinoa put her hands on her hips. "Are you copying me?"
Unable to resist, Squall mimicked, "Are you copying me?"
She pouted, before she came up with another idea. "I love you!"
"...Yes, I ate already."
"Squall!" Rinoa exclaimed, exasperated, while smacking his arm.
Unable to hide the smirk any longer, Squall sighed lightly. "Fine, I love you too."
A/N: Next chapter: His voice was like magic; it was deep and even though it seemed forced sometimes, - monotone even - she thought that it was still pleasant to the ears.