ETAN
Sarya pursed her lips and looked at the ground, the color in her cheeks deepening. "You have caught me, I'm afraid," she sighed. "I am sorry, Etan. This is not the way I usually… I wouldn't normally…"
"What?" he asked, rather more abruptly than he should have. Was she spying on him? Had she been sent by her parents, or another faction, to trap him?
"When we spoke when we were dancing, and then you left later. I thought… I thought it was an invitation," she said quietly, not meeting his eyes.
Etan froze.
"I… might have gone after you."
Etan's stomach dropped.
