Zyra nodded, not really caring that the woman was staring at her. "Okay then." She turned around to see if the man had left, sighing in defeat when she saw the man was no longer there.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let him get away" she mumbled, her eyes flickering to her own hands and back to the girl's face, sensing the disappointment in her features
"It's fine," Zyra replied, smiling a bit at the girl. "So–um–do you know that guy?" She asked, not sure what to do now.
“No clue who he is” she replied, placing her own hands back in her lap, playing with the white skirt that hung high around her thighs
"You would be able to recognize him in a lineup, right?" Zyra asked after a few moments, wondering if they should report him.
"No, probably not. I never got a good look at him" she replied, not wanting to cause a scene. Karma was on her side, so she knew it'd kick his ass any minute now.
Well, there went that hope. "Oh, okay then, I think I might be able to though…" She mumbled the last part under her breath, standing up and offering her hand to the other girl.
She took the outstretched hand, using it to get up but pulling herself a lot closer than expected to the woman. So close their lips were touching. "Oh"
Zyra's face heated up, thankful that her skin didn't show the blush. "I–um–let's go…?"
“Where?” She asked, looking up at her intently, her eyes searching her face. She could barely speak, and people were snapping pictures left and right, possibly thinking this was a part of a cosplay thing
"To the police station," Zyra answered, looking around and glaring heavily at the people that were taking pictures of them.
“Alright” she replied, backing away so they were no longer sharing every breath.
Zyra looked around for her friend, signaling her friend that she was going to leave, sighing in relief when her friend didn't object. She then headed out the door, hoping the girl was following her. "So, um, what's your name?"
“Natalia, and yours?” She asked, coming up beside her. The woman was very pretty, she had to admit
(*Kamilia)
"Zyra," She answered, finally realizing how pretty the woman was. Damn, how can someone be so pretty?
“That’s a pretty name” she replied, watching the girl intently
Zyra's face burned a little at the compliment. "Oh–um–thank you…"
She sneezed and politely excused herself, smiling back at her. “What’d you come cosplaying as?” She asked, hoping it wasn’t a rude question or that it should be obvious
Zyra mumbled a small 'bless you', smiling at the girl. "I honestly don't know, I just put on whatever my friend gave me since she said it would be 'rude' of me not to cosplay."
“Well that’s kind of you” she replied, looking around for a moment before returning her gaze to Zyra.
"Well, I was forced to come…" Zyra mumbled, a soft nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“Well, that’s good, cause you found me” she replied, her eyes sparkling when she looked at her next
Zyra's face burned a bit more, shyly nodding. "Yea…" She mumbled. "Soo, umm, police station?"
"Polic station" she repeated, smiling softly at her as she moved slightly closer, liking the safe feeling that Zyra gave off.
Zyra nodded, her face burning even more as she started heading to the exit, making sure Kamilia was following her. How was this woman making her so flustered so damn easily?
Kamillia slipped her hand into Zyra’s, her heart rate picking up before a shock came across her body, the touch giving a jolt of hurt to her, due to her initiation of the touch, didn’t effect Zyra. She ignored it, excusing it as static, and let her hand rest in Zyra’s, the touch only hurting once.
Zyra's face burned a lot more, wondering if her face was actually red now. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she felt like she was glowing, and she felt really nervous. Goodness, what was happening to her?
She saw the red tint of the girl's face, a nervousness taking over her own being. Was she hurting her? She loosened her grip on her hand, although it was fairly loose before. "You ok?" she asked, her heart thundering in her chest.
