Words Left Unsaid (2)

"Stacy?" Lukas blinked.

Out of the trees, Stacy stepped out awkwardly with her hands raised in the air. She looked a little uncomfortable but also sheepish at the same time.

"I know for sure that I don't want to be hit with that dagger." Stacy said, her gaze flickering momentarily to the tree branch Lukas attempted to hit.

The ice cold feeling evaporated from Lukas almost instantly–he resisted the urge to cough in embarrassment and instead stored away the dagger.

"Nah, I think you've already seen how my efforts were going since you were spying on me."

"I haven't–!" Stacy said.

"You mean you haven't seen my terribly bad aim?" Lukas looked at her agog, and wished that he didn't say it out loud.

"Oh, that I saw–" Stacy smiled a little at those words. "But I wasn't, you know–"

"Well, I was just messing around, really." Lukas said and scratched his head. "I could have struck it if I wanted to–"