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Lady Lulu Vengenz 
Stephen was a bit annoyed Aimee ran off on him while he was telling her something important. Was she really trying to avoid this subject? He wasn't going to end it until everything got out there. It wasn't really fair since he was trying to be honest and open with her, something he wasn't able to do with may people around him. Peeking into every compartment he passed by, Stephen saw no sign of the blondie he was looking for. Close to giving up, Stephen passed one last compartment and saw Aimee sitting inside. Opening the door and pushing his trunk in first, he closed the sliding door behind him.
"Alright, blondie. We need to talk about this and get it out of the way. You can't avoid me forever. I'm just- I'm really sorry if what I told you made you uncomfortable in any way," he said, sitting down in the seat in front of her, with his feet on top of his trunk.
The blondes eyes flicked up as she heard the compartment door slide open, and her eyes widened as she saw who it was. Aimée didn't really want to see Stephen right then, didn't want to talk to him, because he knew what topic of conversation he'd have in mind.
And she was right. She sighed as he sat opposite her, and her gaze turned back to the window when he spoke. She didn't answer for a few seconds, but when she did, although her head turned back, she still avoided his gaze.
"I could if I tried," she attempted, forgetting that she'd told him her 'hiding' places at the feast.
"Not uncomfortable." She looked at him now, shrugging a little.
"I mean... I uh, I guess zat I.. feel, uh, feel ze same."
The same as him, she meant. That she liked him, too. Which was something she hadn't even wanted to admit to herself.