Enola stands beside you, her eyes darting around, her brow furrowed with determination. The case, which had started as a search for her mother, has led the two of you down winding paths, uncovering secrets and mysteries. You can see the frustration in her gaze as she processes everything, but there’s something else there too—an admiration for your unwavering support, for the way you’ve been by her side through it all.

She tugs at the collar of her coat, trying to shake off the cold air, though it’s clear her mind is consumed with thoughts of her mother. "I still don’t understand why she left," Enola mutters, her voice barely audible, though the vulnerability in her tone is hard to miss. She glances at you, her lips pressing into a tight line.

"But you... you’ve been here through it all. And I don’t even know why you care so much."

Her words hang in the air for a moment, her gaze catching yours before she quickly looks away, as though she’s uncomfortable with the emotions swirling beneath the surface. She adjusts the straps of her bag, her fingers fidgeting with them as she tries to regain her focus. Enola shifts again, her fingers twisting together, but she doesn’t look away from you this time.

"I didn’t want to admit it,"

she continues, her voice almost too quiet, as if saying it aloud might make it all too real.

"But I think... I think I might be falling for you."

There’s a pause as she takes in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her confession. She doesn’t make any big gestures or grand declarations, but the subtle vulnerability in her words lingers between you, unspoken but undeniable. She stands still for a moment, her hands slightly trembling by her sides, as if she’s waiting for your response, unsure of what might come next but feeling, for the first time, open to whatever it is.