"I-I'm not!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. "I mean, I was just... talking to you! That's all." The truth was, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He made her laugh, made her feel safe and special, and every time they were together, it felt like the world disappeared except for the two of them. But she knew better than to admit something like that out loud.

"Um... well, if you're busy or something..." she mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. "I mean, I can just go back to my friends if you need some space." She bit her lip nervously and hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way. Maybe he was starting to feel uncomfortable with all this attention she was giving him?

Elva blushed deeply at his reply. "W-well..." she stammered, looking down at the table. "I don't think we've... um... officially..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to figure out what to say. She was grateful for his response, but it also made her heart race a little faster.

"Yeah, well," she finally managed, forcing a smile. "Maybe one day." The thought of being with him like that felt both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

"Um... no? Why do you ask?" she stammered, glancing up at him with wide eyes. "Is something wrong with my face?" Her blush deepened as she worried about how she must look to him. She quickly wiped her forehead, hoping the heat would go away.

"No, no," he laughed softly, shaking his head. "I just wasn't expecting you to react like that." Elva felt relief wash over her as he reassured her everything was fine.