Her stomach twisted a little when he mentioned the word "trust."  It wasn't his fault, not directly, but their families had barely been able to be civil towards each other in the last century, and for a moment, it felt like asking for trust between them was asking for a lot.  Then she looked at him again and those fears seemed to melt inside of her.  Whoever they were by name, he had shown he wanted to make this work as badly as she did and he had equal motivation to do so.<br/><br/>"Okay," she began with one last squeeze of his hand.  There were probably people nearby watching their interaction, but she did her best to push them out of her mind as she set the bottle of wine she had been carrying down on the ground next to her.  She offered him one last nervous smile and then she closed her eyes and waited.  Was he going to propose here?  It did seem more romantic than the restaurant.  Eve had always had an affinity for nature and parks were small pieces of that.<br/><br/>In her mind, she thought about their fictional relationship as she waited for him to tell her to open her eyes.  Clearly, they met through their parents' dealings, perhaps if it were real it would have started very secretly...Or in a very fiery fashion, with heated trysts after their families had hurled insults at each other.  The thought of that brought half-smile to her lips, and for just a second, the idea of the two of them, half-clothed, pressed against one another flashed in her mind.  Her breath caught as she pushed the idea to the back of her brain.  She tried to focus more on the way the fictional courtship might have progressed.  They would have likely spent time her little apartment, the only place they could get real privacy.<br/><br/>It was all odd to think about, but strangely it made her feel better about whatever came next.