PHOEBE
Her eyes widen and cheeks turn bright red at his reaction to her confession. There is a hint of worry though - unsavory people? Like who? The most unsavory person she knew was Bastien and he was just a conceited jerk, not particularly unsavory. "I am?" she said, glancing around to see what he thought made her prepared to handle that sort of situation. Her eyes fell on Pim. "Because I have Pim?" she asked."C-catch? Catch what? Men??" she stuttered realizing halfway through her question what he meant. "Oh, no no no, exactly the opposite. I've only had one boyfriend and ended very badly..." she said, sadness overcoming her for a moment as thoughts of Emmett came up. But she quickly shoved them away, not wishing to ponder on it now. She smiled and shook her head. "I'm not important or pretty enough for anyone to really notice. I'll probably end up alone with a bunch of cats or something." she joked. But the tone seemed to shift as Jata did, and her face turned a deep shade of crimson. Why on earth was her heart racing?!
"U-uhm, I made a lemon drizzle cake with a blueberry sauce." she said.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
