<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Hmmmm, maybe it is. Who knows?"</span> She replied, returning his smile. Was he not aware of how breathtakingly interesting he was? Aside from the whole demigod business - he was nineteen, had only just had his first kiss yesterday, and had seemingly never had that much interaction with a lot of people, yet was still so willing to openly trust them. And he was from the other end of the country - continent, even. He had lived a life vastly different from hers in nearly every aspect, but was apparently unaware how fascinating that actually made him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Yeah, I thought this might be a good place to start - don't know what ya like to do, so I just settled for this. Get a nice feeling of Boston. Get lunch, something,"</span> she said, absentmindedly swinging their hands back and forth as they walked. She rolled her eyes at him. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Who doesn't like kissing, Dimitri? Ya were fairly enthusiastic yaself, as far as I remembah,"</span> she continued, playfully nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. A large, open space greeted them before the market itself. Two young guys were at the center, juggling to the oohs and aahs of the gathering encircling them. Alannah pointed. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I've always wanted to be able to do that, but aftah I decided that eggs would be the best thing to start with, my mom kept a sharp eye on my juggling and I wasn't able to practice much more aftah that." <br/></span><br/>Passing the street performers, Alannah continued to point things out. Just small things like <span style="color: #4080FF">"look, peaches! I love peaches,"</span> and <span style="color: #4080FF">"looklooklooklook, there's someone dressed up as Mulan ovah there, how wicked awesome is that?"</span> and <span style="color: #4080FF">"look at the DOG ISN'T HE CUTE"</span>. She really couldn't help herself - there was so much to see and hear and taste and smell and the world was as bright and beautiful as ever. The butterflies in her stomach had subsided, but she still really hoped Dimitri wouldn't be put off by her enthusiasm, and was maybe just a little secretly afraid that he was. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">His loss, anyway,</span></span> she decided. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I've always wanted a dog, actually,"</span> she said, looking wistfully at the golden retriever puppy, who was sniffing the ankles of anyone that passed him. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I mean, we've always had Betty, of course, but she's getting oldah now. And I'd just like my own."</span> She shrugged. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Not allowed in the apartment, though. So I guess it'll have to wait."</span> She looked at Dimitri. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya like dogs?"</span></div>