Robin's POV

   I called Orla over today, because we need to......talk.  We're sipping on peppermint tea.  "So you.......love me?"  "Yes, a rúnsearc.  I always have."  She proclaims, her eyes boring into mine.

"All this time, it was right in front of me.  All the things you would say in your language......"

"I just never had the courage to say it in English."  "Why not, though?"  "Because, Robin, I didn't know how you'd feel.  I've always just been your friend.  I didn't know if you'd see me in any other way.  Feelings are scary, and trying to cross into new territories can be frightening."

"Well, Orla, I do like you.  I wanna take things slow, though.  We're not in a relationship.  Let's be.......casual."  "Alright, I can do that.  There's something I've always wanted to do......"

"What is that?"  She gently leans in.  I don't stop her.  Her lips connect with mine.  We move them in sync.  Her lips are so soft......