"You.. Well, you're an O'driscoll for a start." Mary-Beth stammers, not sure how to put her feelings out there as well as her concerns without hurting your feelings too bad.

Her hands find yours, giving your fingers a comforting squeeze but it offers no comfort, only the pain and true realisation that you two will never be allowed together. Mary-Beth seems to notice it as well with the way her lips are pursed in a straight line, her brows are furrowed and she has that knowing look of frustration permanently written across her face.

"I just wish that you weren't an O'driscoll or that I wasn't apart of the Van Der Linde gang. This complicates everything, you know that? You'll have to forget who I am and forget you've ever met me." Mary-Beth rambles on, not making much sense. Her words fall out of her mouth before she can think of what she is actually saying because she is so nervous.