<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Man, what kinda chick flick is this?</span></span> Alannah quickly clamped down on her inner voice and pushed it into a mental corner of shame. It was so perfect - she was almost convinced that someone had discreetly taken a picture of the two of them resting their foreheads against each other, and put it up on the internet somewhere in black and white and with a hipster caption on it in curving script. She didn't really care.<br/><br/>And then he laughed. Not very loud, not at all. A quiet, soft sound that made her stomach do loops and her heart skip a beat. She wondered if that was actually audible, and couldn't help but giggle in response. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I have the feeling that maybe I should tell him thanks, too,"</span> she replied, referring to Dimitri's gratitude towards his adoptive father, and meant it. If she ever met his dad, she would tell him how great it was to know his son. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Aly, please. Ya've known him for two days.</span></span><br/><br/>Was it really just two days? She couldn't recall being so comfortable with someone so fast before. There was next to no space between them, and yet it had never felt forced or unpleasant. It was just his breath caressing her face and his eyelashes fluttering every time he blinked. It was almost like being back in the Boston Harbor. Alannah smiled inadvertently. <span style="color: #4080FF">"It really sounds like ya were happy there,"</span> she said. <span style="color: #4080FF">"So - why did ya evah leave? I mean, I'm glad ya did, but couldn't ya have stayed there? And been happy?"</span></div>