[Honor]

Olivia looked at Saya quickly when mentioned she had been like a cute little brother. 'Cute,' she liked, 'little brother,' not so much. What else could she expect though? There was no way Saya could see her the way she was beginning to realize she wanted him to. To him she was Oliver, a fellow guy, and would always be such. Her stomach did a strange twist of displeasure and she held back a frown. Why couldn't he have just said cute?

"I don't mind so much when people watch me paint. That's probably because I don't acknowledge anything but my painting supplies and the canvas." She smiled, thinking of how she always seemed to go off into her own world while painting.