Weakness

"Is Jasmine home?" She asked as a way to make conversation with him, seeing as he was not repulsed by her hug.

"She isn't. I thought the two of you have been communicating through letters." He knew what she was up to but he wasn't sure how to hold a conversation with her.

"Oh, I brought grapes on my way but left them at the beach. Do you want some?" She dashed away before he could answer her and returned within just a few seconds, making him finally understand where he got his terrifying speed.

She washed the grapes and sat on a bench, waiting for him to join her.

He knew that he shouldn't stay too close to her or he risked exposing himself. He wanted to turn away and enter the house but when he saw her hopeful gaze, he couldn't bring himself to turn. He clenched and unclenched his fist and in the end, he sat down as far from her as the bench could allow.

She didn't mind it and it was just an arm's length away from her.