Gabe grinned and nodded. "Well, I definitely taste strawberries and I know for a fact that it isn't me. So my dear, tht would mean that it's you. Maybe your lips just naturally taste like strawberries, which is a little strange but I certainly won't complain." Chuckling, he gently took the hair she was twirling in his own hand. "I told you princess, I don't need a slipper to find you. That hasn't changed since I've discovered your identity. I still stand by everything that I said. I would love to be your real life prince if you'll allow me to be it. Because I would love more than anything for you to be my princess." Blushing, he smiled loking into her eyes. He knew it was corny, but he thought it was a much more romantic way of asking her to be his girlfriend than just asking her.