"Oh, I see. A secret identity. I won't pry, then," Zeven looked a little hurt, though. If they had met before, he would have liked to have known. "I just thought... Since..." he hesitated, taking in the fairy's words. "I suppose," he muttered. He leaned forward, cupping the fairy's face in his hands. "Well. Whoever you are and whatever your other form is..." He placed a kiss on Miniata's lips.
"I'd never take advantage of you," he promised awkwardly, blushing from the kiss as he pulled away. "I meant it, what I said. The fortune teller said--I'd already met the person I'm supposed to be with... So if you're that person..." he studied the fairy, as if he expected Miniata to disappear before his very eyes, "If you're that person... Could you--maybe... Come see me in that form too? Sometime? You don't have to tell me who you are. I just--" Was this love? He'd only just met this fairy, and the boy could feel something fluttering in his chest. It was almost physical. A floating sensation. Nothing else mattered.
Well, except maybe lunch.
