Obvious enough, then. At least to some. Was she being too obvious? Yikes.
Brisa grimaced and contemplated just how badly asking someone out could go. She'd read some dramatic enough rejections in her romance pulps. Or there were . . . the couple times she'd ever given someone a love confession before...
But even if her own feelings turned out not to be reciprocated, even at worst she couldn't really see Starr rebuffing her harshly. Or wanting to see less of her. Or treating her all that differently.
There's no way she doesn't have some idea how y'feel. And could it really be that Starr feels nothin' of the sort towards ya when she fires off the other half of yer Arcflares? Come on, now.
"Reckon y'might have somethin' there. Guess I'll take yer point," she said, some tension leaving her shoulders. "Thanks fer the advice. Maybe if I can get her past some of that trauma, as y'call it, I'll make mention of how I feel."
Plus, she was starting to feel awkward about how she'd told her therapist she'd do exactly that, and she didn't much fancy explaining to Fugu why she'd been too craven to speak up. What would Fugu think of Starr, anyway? What would Starr experience, having her feelings sent back at her by Fugu?
"I think I oughta direct Starr to the therapists' office," she mused. "She'd get decent enough results outta Fugu, I think, even considerin' she ain't a born 'mon."
And for that matter...
"You oughta swing by there yerself, Dad," she added, with a pointed look and a tired smile.
