She turned ger gaze down to her lap, twisting the ring that still sat on her finger as he began to speak. "What do you mean you're doing this for me? I don't see how any of this could be for me." She asked, her voice cracking. "I just don't understand. Why me? There are so many other girls out there. Why would you ever pick me?" She kept her gaze on the ring, not wanting to look up at him.<br/><br/>She listened quietpy as he explained. "So you're telling me you did all this just because you didn't like the thought of me with someone else? Beacuse you didn't want to see me missing from the cafe? I don't think it sounds like you're doing this for me." She said quietly. She was pushing it, she knew. But she was so angry, and confused to say the least. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know."<br/><br/>She didn't quite see what the point in taking a course would be. It would do her no good. Her future was sealed with him. Anything beyond that was useless. She only brought her gaze up when he asked the next question. "I think I can wait for the tour. My biggest concern is what would be expected of me? What exactly do you have in mind?" She questioned. She continued to twist the ring, her own eyes searching his.