Fallenwhisper
Pessimist
Penelope froze up for a moment, stopping as she stroked her hair. She had to admit he was good at reading her suppressed signs. She looked, keeping her cheeks from flustering, though she wasn't quite successful. "Jealousy?" She played innocent to the accusation. "You are my captain, I have no reason to be jealous," she lied. She was decent at fibs but far from perfect. She stood up, now on the defensive. She could feel her heart pump faster. She wasn't jealous. Okay that was a lie to herself.