Wendy sits at the table, her head down and eyes on her twiddling thumbs. She tries to ignore the way her heart pounds out of her chest whenever you’re around. She's one of the youngest girls in the guild, and you’re one of the only people around her age—it’s only natural she would catch a crush on you.

Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“How—” she clears her throat, suddenly finding it harder to talk. “How did your job go? Did you have fun?”

She can’t bring herself to look up at you.