"Ti amo."

[Paralia’s festival was one that Henry had only been part to as an spectator before. Even though he was technically part of the community, he was never asked for help due to his nature as the weird guy who people only tried to keep as much distance as possible without being mean to him. This year around however, he offered himself to help out of boredom and looking for something to do.

Preparing the stalls was mostly physical labor and being a guy, he was asked to help on setting those up. Of course, he was offering help at every stall but he was merely thanked for and politely declined every try. The boy, however, didn’t seem distressed by it nor insulted and was just smiling as usual when he approached another stall with a girl in it.]

Hello there! You seem like you could use a hand or two. Maybe I could lend you both of mine?

And saw him again. She looked down to his feet to avoid eye contact.

"I... thank you for your offer. Especially after what occurred beforehand. I really didn't expect the librarian to chase us out like that... But I suppose that's all in the past. Especially since I explained what really happened... right?"

The girl shook her head and pointed at the table, with several large and heavy looking trays placed on top of them - filled with a mish-mash of goods and tools. Cordelia moved over to them and picked up the heaviest, struggling slighty at the weight.

heyddfsgshklj mkhjdlfh d sgh -- -- shhgsdfe/ 

I'm sorry, who but you up to this? Was it the girls in my class? Just because they're older than me they think. Well, it doesn't matter. Please stop before this gets out of hand.

“Corde—”

—until his gaze zeroes in on the rather explicit cover. His mouth snaps shut, as cheeks instantly turn reddish in shade, blue eyes hastening to avert their glance. His hand moves to hide a good portion of his face, burning with mutual embarrassment, from her view.

“I.. Er… I, uh, see… then…” He nods in affirmation, doing his best to settle the stiflingly awkward air between them. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, looking off towards the ceiling of the library, with an overly loud chuckle, wondering if he laughed loud enough, it would ease the situation somehow. ”E-Everyone has their interests, I suppose… It’s not my place to judge you for yours!” But no matter how much he tries to justify it to himself, he only ends up making the situation even worse.

"Ah... Chrom. I... er..."

The words failed to materialise, fumbling around somewhere between her brain and her tongue. Not only was she absolutely lost for words, but the words spinning around in her head weren't exactly helping to get them back on track.

THIS IS IT MY LIFE IS OVER WHY OF ALL PEOPLE DIDHEHAVETOSEE

The laugh didn't help despite Chrom's intentions, in fact it probably did the opposite - this was a library - quiet was enforced, the uproar of someone bellowing through the aisles probably drew even more attention to the couple. Not that they were a couple!

She quickly dropped down to her knees and picked up the book in question, before jumping back up and swinging it under her arm, the problem causing cover facing her rather than the outside world. She gripped the other stack of books under her other arm, the spines showing they were a mish-mash of ethology reference guides and romance novels.

She coughed, and after taking some deep inward breaths begun to try to explain herself to Chrom; her face still as red as anything.

The redhead gave the other girl a smile, despite being more than a little confused. It wasn't often that people said that they reminded her of someone - in fact, it was often just the opposite, lavishing words like 'unique' and 'special'.