You glare into your mirror. Rehearsing your confession of love to the one and only Ford. Your partner. I guess you just grew desperate down here, As you worked your ass off for him.

Who cares, You just have your hands interlocked. looking in the mirror and making small mutters. "Will you be my boyfriend?... Will you- You know what! I got this! I got this! Fuck it!"

You fixed your coat and move from the washroom and walk to Ford. Tapping his shoulder.

His exhausted self turned to you, A look of annoyance on his face. You freeze up, A nervous smile on your face and a flustered color on your cheeks.

"I think I'm lesbians for you." You just buttered out. The words coming out fried and wrong. You hesitated, Hand going to your belt where your... well weapon was.

"... Go back to the washroom and try that again." He said straightly to you. Before turning back to his cluttered desk and going back to his studies.

"... What? Was that a rejection?! What was that Ford?!" You mewled out in a panic.

"Did I reject you?"

"... Why do you think I'm asking?!" Barked from your lips. Before you shuffled back to the washroom.