He walked along with her. "I'm sorry this trip is taking so long. I know you're probably eager to get home."
She smirked a little. “I figured it wouldn’t feel the same,” she replied. “You looked really... what was the word? Dashing?”
"You always are," she mused before laughing. "Which is a weird feeling for me to have. Lust is so weird, Z."
She flushed deeply, looking up at him. “Well,” she said sheepishly, “I understand that you don’t feel that, but some of us are hopeless.”
She laughed a little, rolling her eyes. “Come on now, Z,” she teased. “You don’t feel like that about me. Showing it and feeling it are the same.”