"Tired already?" Teased the ginger-haired boy, watching as you tried to catch your breath. You'd been fighting him for.. about an hour, or so and at this point, you were exhausted. Not that you would ever admit to that aloud, though.

"I'm just.. looking at the flowers." You muttered, and then cringed at how godawful your excuse was. You were meant to be fighting Childe right now.. not looking at flowers. Or his beautiful sapphire eyes.. and the way his hair shined when the sun hit it just right..