Fitz sat next to Cinderella. He felt warmth in his stomach as she spoke to him. They were sitting so close to each other. Her warmth radiating against his arm. Her eyes were memorizing.<br/><br/>Before she had finished her question Fitz knew he would say yes. He wanted to pull her against his own body and press his lips against her's. He wanted to forget who he was even if was just long enough to enjoy this one kiss.<br/><br/>"Normal sounds good." He took her hand, too many societal rules stopping him from just kissing her, and pressed his lips against the back of her hand softly. "But your beauty surpasses normalcy."