#90 Hidden Feelings
It was interesting to watch two people in love try to act as if nothing was wrong.
Young people these days. She would never be able to figure them out. Such a stubborn bunch. Watching young men walk in and out, flirt with her girls, who returned the flirting, and then the same men were sent on their way by the end of the night. Honestly, could these men really be that miserable that they could not find the proper woman, or keep her for that matter.
Then there was the young man in front of her, staring blankly into his drink, having entertained the flirting of one of the young ladies before going into his own thoughts. She had watched this young man grow up for years now and knew him all too well. An attractive man with power, intelligence, and ambition. What woman wouldn't want to go after that?
Indeed, what woman wouldn't?
Unfortunately, clearly there was one particular woman that he would have rather go after that and thanks to law and her own stubborn ways, she wouldn't.
"Tell me, Little Roy, shouldn't you be meeting up with Elizabeth sometime soon?" The young man looked up quickly, a confused look on his face. He glanced at his watched and let out a sigh.
"I suppose so. She'll have my head if I'm late." He answered with a chuckle.
"Quite the young lady, isn't she?" Roy smiled a little.
"I suppose you could say so, Madame." He stood up and stretched. "Well, I'll be on my way. Tell the girls I said to take care of themselves."
"They could say the same to their little brother." Madame Christmas smiled. "Tell Miss Elizabeth I said hello and looking forward to her next visit."
"Ah, of course. I'll make sure to remind her." The raven haired man waved over his shoulder. The older woman shook her head in a knowing manner. The two met up a lot in the evenings randomly lately since the blond became the Fuhrer's aid.
"Roy is so in love with her." One of the girls whispered as she looked curiously out of the bar window. Two other girls were accompanying her and had warm smiles on their face. Madam Christmas moved from where she was and moved the curtain to the side slightly, looking out the window. There stood her foster son and his blond companion under the street light, a safe, but close space between them. The young woman had her arms crossed low as she looked down at the ground and spoke. Roy stood, his eyes never leaving her and hands in his pockets.
"I wonder what they're talking about." Whispered one of the girls and they soon had their faces pressed against the glass as Roy walked over and leaned his forehead against the blonde's.
"He's going to kiss her!" They stood like that for a moment, Roy's speaking for a short moment before he took a step back and nodded his head in a direction. The young woman nodded and they walked away. The young women in the Madam's company frowned in disapproval, hoping to see some action and getting nothing. They wondered if their love struck younger brother had gotten lucky that night, but as expected, Madam Christmas had gotten the late night call announcing that he had gotten home in one piece and when she asked how Elizabeth was doing, he would coolly answer that she was a big girl and was home just fine as well.
Young people these days. They could be so stubborn. Hiding those feelings until the darkness of night was not a healthy habit. They would realize it eventually.