<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blushed as she picked at the last bits of her meal, eyes on the plate. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Not for a few years no.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> thought to be fair it had been the first time that someone had seen her mind as something to be desired, and perhaps that in and of itself was what made her cheeks color.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;are you alright?&gt; </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">there had been another reason why she’d stopped dating, and it had to do with the men who had been interested in her. They all had their idea of what she needed to be, and none of them were ever comfortable letting her be herself. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;I’m fine… really just wanting to change the topic.&gt;</i><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;yeah. I get that...&gt;</i> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi carefully laid his silverware on his plate, finished with his meal.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “So Aside from books and clothes, is there anything else we’re doing while out? Or just having a pleasant afternoon and seeing where our feet can take us?”</span>