Fourteen.

ISHTAR.

"He likes me. He likes me not. He likes me. He likes me not," I was way too busy mumbling to myself as I made my way to the baker's shop with Reiss.

"I can assure you, whoever it is, he probably doesn't like you if he had you this confused. People always try to show their feelings, just as you are right now."

I frowned, picking the last flower petal that landed on 'he likes me not,' how disappointing. We were on the street, and the next thing I thought to do was find another flower and start again until it landed exactly where I wanted it to be.

"What if he's confused himself?" I asked Reiss, keeping my eyes in search of more flowers. "What if he's trying to decide just as I am? This person could actually like me but doesn't know how to explain his emotions."

"You seem like the confused one here. Why would you even think so? Did they tell you that? And why do you suddenly like someone?" He pursed his lips before they parted open again. "You told me you'd never dated anyone y