Ryan frowned to himself as he made his way back to the training yard. He was concerned for Katie's health. She seemed A little pale, but not particularly frail. Lost in thought, he almost ran into another person.
"Ah, damn. Forgive me. I never look where I'm going."
"Not at all, lad. Not at all." The man peered at him. "Ryan is it?"
"I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Yes, yes we have. You escorted my daughter Carla home?"
"Oh. Oh! I remember. I'm sorry, my brain is just dumb. How is she?"
"Quite well, quite well. How about you join us for tea?"
"Sorry, I can't. I need to get back to the yard before I'm late. Plus, I'm not a fan of tea."
The man scratched his chin. "What do you like?"
Ryan blinked at him. "Well... juice. I don't really drink alcohol either."
"How about you join us for lunch tomorrow? Yes, I think lunch tomorrow would be dandy."
"Oh. Sure." Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. "But, seriously... I need to get back. I ride on General Mark's nerves as it is."
"Yes, yes. I understand. Good day."
Ryan shook his head and continued on to the yard.
Mark stood at the edge and glared him down. "You're late."
Standing straight and thrusting his shoulders back, Ryan saluted. "I'm sorry, sir. A girl fainted, and I had to get Elunara to tend to her."
"Is that why I saw you with her? Very well. But don't be late again." Mark gestured towards the yard.
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The following day, Ryan found himself knocking on Carla's door, a little confused as to how he got talked into this. He decided that a little free food wouldn't do him any harm.
The man opened the door. "Ah, yes. Yes. There you are. Come in, come in."
Ryan stepped in the door and looked around. "I'm sorry, I never got your name."
"You may call me Richard." He winked. "Through here, through here." He gestured to a small room off to the side.
Stepping in the room, Ryan eyed the table with some curiosity. "There's only two chairs."
"Is there now? How curious."
Carla came down the stairs with a sigh. Her father was at it again, she just knew it. Stopping at the door, she blinked at the man sitting down. "Oh! Ryan, it's you."
"Um. Hello?" With a nervous laugh, he stood back up. "I'm not sure what's going on..."
"Oh, daddy." Carla sighed and covered her eyes.
"Now, don't let me be a bother. Sit, Carla. Show our guest some hospitality."
Sighing, Carla sat down.
"Now, I have a... thing. Yes, an important thing to get to today. Don't let me stop you. Eat, drink, be merry!" With that, he shut the door to the parlor.
Carla blushed furiously. "I'm so sorry for my father. He just can't help himself."
Ryan sat back down. "It's fine. I guess."
Carla reached for the juice.
"Oh, no. Let me." He picked up the pitcher of juice and poured them both a glass. "I don't mind a bite to eat."
Carla bit her lip and considered the man sitting across from her. He was very cute.
"You look very pretty today. Did you get dressed up just for lunch?"
"This? It's a Tulani tea dress. My father is always arranging these little meetings of his. He insists I look my very best."
Ryan grinned at her over his cup. "Well, the effect is worth it, I think."
The blush deepened and Carla looked down at her clasped hands. "Thank you."
He took a bite of sandwich and considered the girl in front of him. She was actually pretty, but he decided she was probably just as shy as he was. They sat in complete silence for a few moments. Both nibbling at their sandwiches.
Finally, Ryan cleared his throat. "Are you feeling better?"
"Better?" She blinked at him.
"The last time I saw you, you were crying. It must have been bad..."
Carla shook her head and sent her curls bouncing. "It... well, it's personal. I'm okay now. I think."