Tuni couldn't avoid the fluttering in her stomach at the sight and sound of him. It was awful really. He'd made it quite clear he was in no way able to take a wife but she could help the longing she felt for him. He was comfortable. He made her feel happy in ways she'd never really anticipated despite how much of a romantic she really was. But, there she was, wishing and longing for him regardless of what her head told her she should be doing. A widening smile as he played along with her not so great joke about the weather. He was very much what she needed in that moment.

His question, however, caused her to furrow her brow some. Not at the chastising tone that accompanied it but because she was very much alone and she really shouldn't be. She'd left in a hurry though and, as a result, she was quite alone with him. That thought sent a flurry of shivers to run through her and she couldn't help but to think back on some of the letters shared with her friend. One in particular came to mind, telling her that if she felt it was worth fighting for to do it. Perhaps this was her chance? Or at least, a start to one.

"I am actually," she finally said though the meekness she had originally felt at his question was long gone from her features, "My father and I.." She paused, unsure if she should really get into all of that with him. He might not take it well and insist on escorting her home or something along those lines. She didn't really know. But she supposed there was nothing wrong with trying. They may not even be able to find her home after all. "We fought. I finally talked to him about the museum and," she sighed then, the thought of it all frustrating her all over again, "Well he wasn't pleased to say the least so I left. I wasn't really thinking clearly and wanted to clear my head so I went to the park. Only when I set out to head home, the fog had spread and I'm embarrassed to say I got lost." And run headlong into him as was their usual it seemed.

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