[She watches him leave to head up to the roof and then slowly leans against the kitchen counter, taking a few slow breaths to try and steady herself. She feels awful for making him feel uncomfortable as well as guilty for being attracted to him as it seems to have messed everything up.

And yet part of her is curious if he feels the same way, she can't forget the way he called her beautiful when he bought her that lovely blue scarf, or how he's mentioned a few times that she's like the morning sunrise.]

He's probably just being nice.

[She mutters to herself and makes herself move around the kitchen, putting away dishes.]