“That’s me,” she replied. And when Prexton handed the rose over to her, she blushed. She had not expected that a blind date would give her anything, much less a flower. “Thanks,” she said at last, after some quite awkward silence.

Well that’s an odd question. “Yeah, I’ve been stationed in the Circus’ petting zoo as one of the security guards last summer.” And when he said that she has a nice name, she blushed again. “I’ve heard,” she answered, laughing nervously. “And I think staying on Mr and Miss sounds awkward. Just call me Sapphira, or other versions of it like Sapph or Fyra, or Sapphy If you want to. Not Miss, it makes me feel old.”