<em>Stupid girl</em>, she thought to herself.<em>Of course it's not real.</em>She hadn't actually known that, though - it wasn't as if watching wrestling was the normal thing for her to do.  She shook her head, more than a little chagrined at her outburst.  "I didn't know that, actually.  Um, but that's good to know..."  Cara smiled. "Although, I'm not sure the idea that you could get hurt sits too well with me." Realizing what she just said, she tried to backpedal a little, stumbling over her words.<br/><br/>"I mean, I don't want to see anyone get hurt.  Not just you.  Of course, not you<em>either</em>...!" She was making a fool of herself again, and decided that changing the subject was probably the best idea.<br/><br/>They were walking down a beach not unlike some of the beaches close to her home.  The sun was shining off the water, making Cara squint against the glare, but the breeze coming in off the sea had the wonderful tang of salt on it.  The wind caught her hair, sending it across her face, and she had to stop walking for a moment to pull it back under control.<br/><br/>"It's really quite beautiful, Gregory.  Thank you for bringing me down here."  She had to turn and face him when she spoke so the wind wouldn't drown out her voice.  Instead of just slipping her arm back through his, Cara slid her hand into Gregory's, slipping her fingers between his.