Hidden Feelings

The warm sunlight streaming through the large windows of the dragon site's common room highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the space, mingling with the sound of murmured conversations. I sat at a wooden table, sipping my coffee and reviewing the notes I'd taken the day before. Charlie walked in, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. "Morning," he said, dropping into the chair across from me. "Sleep well?" I nodded, feeling a little self-conscious. "Yeah, thanks. Your quarters are nice." Charlie chuckled. "Thanks, I'm glad you like them. I've spent a lot of time making it feel like home." As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way Charlie's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. It was like no time had passed at all, and yet, everything felt different. I was older now, and wiser, and I knew that my feelings for Charlie went far beyond friendship. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. We were here to work, not to indulge in romantic fantasies. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "So, what's the plan for today?" I asked, trying to sound professional. Charlie leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "We're going to be working with a new batch of dragons, ones that are a bit more...challenging. I think you're going to be a big help." I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. I loved working with dragons, and I was eager to prove myself. As we walked out to the enclosures, Charlie filled me in on the details of the dragons we'd be working with. I listened intently, asking questions and taking mental notes. But as we worked with the dragons, I couldn't shake the feeling that Charlie was watching me, his eyes lingering on me in a way that made me feel...seen. It was like he knew my secrets, like he could see right through my disguise. And then, as we took a break for lunch, Charlie turned to me and said, "You know, Lena, I have to say, I'm really impressed with you. You're a natural with dragons." I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks, Charlie. I love working with them." Charlie's eyes lingered on mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw something there, something that looked almost like...attraction. But then, he looked away, and I was left wondering if I'd just imagined it. As the day wore on, I found myself growing more and more aware of Charlie's presence. He was standing close to me, his arm brushing against mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was like he was trying to tell me something, but I wasn't sure what. I was torn between my desire to get to know him better, to explore the feelings that were growing between us, and my need to stay focused on the task at hand. As the sun began to set, Charlie turned to me and said, "Hey, Lena, can I talk to you for a minute?" I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. What was he going to say? Was he going to tell me that he'd discovered my true identity? Or was he going to...something else? I followed him to a quiet corner of the common room, my heart pounding in my chest. What was he going to say? And how would it change everything?