Moriah and Thomas had run out of the camp and had gotten a little far from it. Thomas finally stopped running, breathing heavily. He turned around to Face Moriah, and found her staring at him quietly with her stick in her hand.
"Apologize for what you said," she demanded, ready to swing the stick at his head.
"Okay, okay, I will. I just have one thing to say," Thomas said, trying to catch his breath.
"What's that, Thomas?" Moriah asked, folding her hands against her chest.
"It's that… I think you're very beautiful. You're a great person and I've admired you since I saw you at sword training. I really, really like you, Moriah," Thomas said softly.
Moriah remained quiet, her hands fell from her chest and she slowly grew nervous.
"Uh… what? I… I don't understand," she stut
