A Drunk Dana

"What do you want to talk about, Dana?" he asked, chewing the strawberry that she fed him.

He has a feeling that Dana would find a way to not talk again if he would wait for her to talk in her own time. 

He watched her blush upon hearing his question. He put down his hands on his lap to avoid reaching out for her flushed cheeks. 

She looked down on her bowl of strawberries, took a deep breath, and said what was on her chest, "Nothing really… I just wanted to see you." 

Grand choked on the strawberry he was chewing, hearing what Dana said. He didn't expect those words from her. 

"Well, you see me now," he chuckled, trying to act cool when his heart was thundering in his chest. 

She chuckled awkwardly, and nodded timidly, "Yes. I see you now." she glanced up and smiled at him, "Good luck with your training." 

"Yeah," he nodded. He was lost for words on what to say to Dana. He doesn't know what to make of what she said.