194. Dress for prom...

"Damon" she gently called as she stroked his head that lay on her lap. Together they sat out in a quiet field, just the two of them watching the sun slowly go down. "Yes" he answers, his hands playing with her fingers, counting them over and over again, sizing the length against his own. She had long fingers, but he was longer.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks, and his gaze shifts from her fingers to her eyes that stared down at him, and a smile tenderly crawled up his lips. "Anything" he replies. 

"In our department," she paused and thought for a second whether she should ask the question or not. She'd thought about it a lot, what if the question makes him uncomfortable? But she really needed to know. "What about the department? Huh?" He asks as she wasn't saying anything.