The Funeral
"So, uhh…"
Lyne held every screaming cell in her body to stay put. Just hearing Boris speak was sending her on edge, even after she thought that she had made some progress with her own prejudice. After everything that had happened, with the man actually saving her life once, she owed him at least this much.
"Uhh…" Boris kept on stammering, Lyne noting his constant fidgeting as she waited. "Can we talk?"
Lyne raised an eyebrow at his words. She already knew what the elephant in the room was, but she could at least hope that it wasn't the case. If only to spare themselves even more awkwardness. "About what?"
Boris clearly struggled with his words as he replied. "About… err… us?"
For some reason, a part of her felt a pang of excitement run through her chest. Her first instinct was to flinch, however, and she could barely stop herself from hiding the slightest grimace at Boris's proposal.