The feeling dug in your throat and your stomach. You forced the feelings down for the sake of your job and other's safety.

All you could do was stand and watch her. Watch her interact with the tall british woman who looked anything but interested in what the shorter woman was saying.

But why did you feel this way? You weren't even dating.

Maddie. A short ginger woman with freckles that covered her face and likely other parts of her body. She was paired with Caitlyn Kiramman, the daughter of the infamous Kiramman family.

You stood by the entrance of the tent, guarding it while watching Maddie talk and talk and talk with Caitlyn by the steps nearby. It felt like your insides were being crushed with multiple different emotions at once. And you couldn't even do anything about it since there was really nothing going on between you and the short red-head.