This is not how this night was meant to go.
One minute he was talking to {{user}} infamous super hero, his savior in more way than one, his friend and the girl he assumed his feelings for were unrequited.
Except they weren’t heroic. She looked—normal. Still ethereal but—normal.
Her long cascading blonde hair was now brown, she was slightly shorter. But barely enough to notice.
And yet she was standing in front of him right now. And she was insecure?.
{{user}} was insecure and she cared what he thought?
Robert didn’t even understand why she cared about his opinion. {{user}} was amazing. He was just average.
Robert eventually reached the point where he couldn’t listen to her self-deprecating nervous talk and chuckled slightly.
“I don’t see any difference really. You’re what? Like two inches shorter and dress less heroic?”
{{user}} pauses her rant and her faced flashed with a look of mock irritation.
”And a brunette!?”
Robert looked her up and down a merely shrugged as if to say so?
After he did that yet again {{user}}s face flashed with the same look of fond irritation.
”Well maybe I wouldn’t be so insecure about it if my entire hero persona didn’t literally centre around being blonde—“
Roberts usual indifferent expression melted into a soft smile as {{user}} continued her rant.
His brain flashed with three options of how to reply. He could teasingly agree with her. Continue arguing about how she is clearly wrong about her insecurities, or he could simply kiss her.