She closed her journal and set the pen on the table just beside it, looking around the warehouse again for anything else to do.

Beside her mattress was a dark glass vase from which sprouted eighteen blush-colored roses.

Tegwen smiled, delving back into the journal.

Steelbeak stopped by last night. If I didn't know better I'd say he was nervous.

He looked damn fine -- like he really tried, I mean -- and he presented me with eighteen pink roses. He said he had a question to ask me and I

Thinking back on it, Tegwen was flooded with a mix of emotions. She continued the entry on a new line.

I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure what he could possibly have to ask me about. My first thought was a proposal.

Frighteningly, I don't think I'd have said no! How crazy is that? I barely know him!

We've only been dating a couple weeks. I don't know his real name (yeah, I'm really going to have people call me Mrs. Beak?!) and I totally know this is petty as hell but we haven't even kissed!

Which is starting to freak me out a little.

I get the sense he's a real ladies man. Why then hasn't he kissed me?

I digress.

In that moment of subconscious thought, once I dismissed the possibility of a proposal (dammit), I considered maybe he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend.

Here I was all this time thinking we were I was his girlfriend. Then I realized we've never talked about (being exclusive?) it and wondered if it was implied after a certain amount of dates.

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