Hesitance

“I'm eighteen,” Félix stated. He had nothing to hide about his age, despite the fact he liked to keep everything secret. His powers, his background, his education...

He looked back at his work and sighed. Yes, they were out another dummy. This is why he didn't want to go all out. As well, they should probably invest in stronger material or they'd be running out of these in no time. Félix was still wondering about what he had just done when he could feel a hand slip into his.

He didn't blush this time, but he could feel some heat go to his head. He looked back down at Konishi, who boldly stated to go get some coffee. For one, they were still in class. Secondly, her aggressive personality, clothing choice, and stature put her no older than twelve. Third, Félix had never been on a date but he was pretty sure this wasn't how they started.

“Wait,” Félix yanked her back before she could walk off with him. She may want to be in charge, but she'd have to reconcile the fact Félix was significantly stronger than her. “Just how old are you?” If she was smart, which she was, she would probably guess the implications of his question.

She was seventeen!? She reminded him of Leticia now, being small and cute yet virtually his age. But that wasn't the most embarrassing part about it. The most embarrassing thing was having her turn around and fire his implication right back in his face.

“Well,” he paused, trying to stall for time. Konishi looked at him like she already knew what she wanted from Félix. No, it was more like... she knew what she was going to get.

He tried to channel his brother's line of thinking. What would Eric say at this point? Konishi was practically dragging Félix around, but Eric wouldn't let her have the last word.

So, Félix started to walk behind Konishi. “That would depend on how you impress me.” Félix smiled calmly.