"Well… it's my first time too," Azel said, his voice even but his eyes flicking sideways toward a nearby wall as though the wooden grain patterns were suddenly the most fascinating thing in the capital.
Edna blinked at him.
Then, like an echo bouncing through her skull, his words repeated: It's my first time too.
Her lips twitched into the faintest smile, her heart skipping as the realization struck her.
'Right… I forgot… it's his first date,' she thought, warmth creeping up her neck.
And then, inevitably: 'His first date… is with me.'
A strange giddiness bubbled in her chest.
She congratulated herself inwardly as though she'd just been awarded some grand royal honor.
But just as quickly, the thought tripped over itself and landed face-first into reality.
…Neither of them knew what to do next.
This was, after all, both of their first dates.
Her fingers tightened on the hem of her sleeve.
'Gods above… what do people even do on a date?'
