Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-26267177-20141231021957

Calla had smiled into the kiss, the hopeful expression remaining on her face even after their lips had parted. Though this wasn't technically her first kiss, it was definitely one of the first. More importantly, it was her first kiss that actually meant something to her. The first kiss that she would consider counting.

As soon as Plutarch made his way into the crowd, however, her grin fell, her facial features blanking out overall. He had apologized to her...but for what? Though quite a few suggestions came to her surprised mind, one stood out above the others: was he apologizing for leading her on?

Oh, Grimm, if he had been leading her on...

After a good number of speculatory seconds, Calla sighed, her expression softening to the submissive and proper look that tended to adorn it. Even if that were the case, she'd have to carry on, as much as her wondering thoughts continued to flood over her. Was it something she did? How could she have been so stupid?

Dread sparked within her. Confusion sprung forth. A bit of hope clung to her shoulder. She shook her head stiffly, making her way toward the entrance as a nearby student informed her of a spilt drink near that location.

At the very least, he'd more than made it up to her for breaking that jar.