( she doesn't bother to hide the flush that spills over her cheeks at his statement, a warmth born of sweetness and surprise from the sentimental nature of the phrase spreading through her as they settle in against the basket's walls. it doesn't take more than a few minutes for the operator to double-check the necessary safety checklist, or to give them a brief overview of the to do's (and to don'ts) of their flight, and before long, they're high up above the trees, the landscape below dotted in the autumn colors of reds and oranges underneath them.
it really is pretty, she has to admit. the fire under the balloon lends a comfortable warmth to the air, and a gentle roar in the background offers a little privacy as they turn out towards their surroundings; while she's sure the operator is probably less than interested in the conversations of his passengers, it's still nice to have a bit of space just for them. )
The right person, hm?
( but she's smiling all the same, eyes alight as her gaze wavers between the canopy below and peeking back at him. )
You're feeling very romantic today, aren't you, Mr Reyes?
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it really is pretty, she has to admit. the fire under the balloon lends a comfortable warmth to the air, and a gentle roar in the background offers a little privacy as they turn out towards their surroundings; while she's sure the operator is probably less than interested in the conversations of his passengers, it's still nice to have a bit of space just for them. )
The right person, hm?
( but she's smiling all the same, eyes alight as her gaze wavers between the canopy below and peeking back at him. )
You're feeling very romantic today, aren't you, Mr Reyes?