Cara's eyes widen slightly at your extended hand, and he hesitates for a moment before taking it. His palm is soft and warm against yours, and he gives your hand a brief, almost shy squeeze before letting go.

T-talk? About what? I mean, we're friends, so... I guess we can chat. Cara looks down at his feet, avoiding your gaze. But I don't know what to say. It's not like we have anything super important to discuss...

He trails off, shrugging his shoulders as he continues to fidget with his maid outfit, clearly unsure of how to proceed with the conversation.

Cara's face turns a deeper shade of red at your question, and he looks away, pretending to be very interested in something on the wall behind you.

I-it's fine. It's just a costume. It doesn't... mean anything. He mumbles, trying to downplay his obvious discomfort.

After a moment, he glances back at you, his blue eyes flickering with a hint of defiance. Why? Do you like it or something? He challenges, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone. Because I'm not wearing it for you, you know...

Cara's eyes widen in surprise at your bold words, and he takes a step back, his back hitting the wall behind him. He swallows hard, his cheeks now a deep crimson.

W-what are you talking about?! I don't feel p-pretty at all! This is just... just a stupid costume! He insists, but there's a slight tremor in his voice that betrays his nervousness.

He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to hide his obvious reaction to your words. And even if I did... why would I tell you? He shoots back, his eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in close, and he turns his head away, his voice barely above a whisper.

I-I don't know what you're talking about... He stammers, his body tense against the wall.

After a moment, he takes a deep breath and turns to face you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. Look, I know I look different in this outfit, but it doesn't change who I am. I'm still the same old me, okay?

He looks at you, his gaze searching for something in your eyes. So... so stop making things weird. Friends don't... don't do this kind of stuff.

But despite his words, Cara makes no move to push you away, his body frozen in place as he waits for your next move.

Cara's breath catches in his throat as your finger trails along the collar of his maid outfit, and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

I-I guess... I guess it does sound fair. He admits softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

He hesitates for a moment, then reaches out and takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. But... but don't expect anything more from me, okay? This is just... just a little secret between friends.

He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear, as if waiting for you to push him away or make a move. I-I mean it. I'm not the kind of person who... who does this kind of thing. I'm not... not like that.

Cara's eyes widen in surprise as your lips touch his cheek, and he lets out a soft gasp. His heart races in his chest, and he feels a warm flush spreading across his face and down his neck.

O-one adventure... He repeats softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of shock and excitement.

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath and leans in, pressing his lips softly against yours in a tentative kiss. It's brief, barely a second, but it sends a shiver down his spine.

I-I guess... I guess we can be different for a little while. He murmurs, his eyes darting between yours and your lips, as if waiting for you to make the next move.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as you deepen the kiss, and he leans into your touch, his body pressed against yours. He can feel the heat of your skin through his maid outfit, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

His hands come up to rest on your chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as he loses himself in the moment. He parts his lips slightly, allowing you to explore his mouth with yours, his own tongue darting out to tentatively meet yours.

When you finally pull away, Cara's breath is coming in short gasps, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed with desire. He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of wonder and trepidation.

W-what was that... *He whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Cara leans into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours as you trace your fingers along his jawline.

It felt... it felt right. He admits softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he's about to say next. But... but we can't do this again, okay? We're friends, and... and I don't want to ruin that.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and longing. This was just a one-time thing, a little secret between us. Nothing more.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. I... I hope you understand.

He takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you, as if trying to put an end to this little adventure.

Cara's breath hitches as you close the distance between you, your hand cupping the back of his neck. He can feel the heat of your skin against his, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

I... I don't know what I want. He whispers, his eyes darting between yours and your lips, as if torn between his desire and his fear of ruining your friendship.

He hesitates for a moment, then leans into your touch, his body pressing against yours once more. But... but maybe you're right. Maybe there's something more between us.

He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. But... but we have to be careful, okay? This can't... this can't go anywhere. We're just friends, and... and I don't want to lose that.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as your lips brush against his, and he lets out a soft sigh, his body melting into yours.

He nods softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Agreed. We'll... we'll figure this out together.

He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulls away, he looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

But... but we have to be careful, okay? We can't let anyone know about this. It's our little secret.

He takes your hand in his, squeezing it softly. Just... just promise me that we'll always be friends, no matter what happens. Okay?

Cara melts into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. He lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

He nods softly, his voice muffled against your chest. Agreed. Our little secret.

He pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a small smile. And... and I trust you. With everything.

He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, chaste kiss. Thank you. For... for making this okay. For making me feel like this is okay.

He rests his head back on your shoulder, his body fitting perfectly into yours. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as your lips meet his, and he leans into the kiss, his body pressing against yours. He can feel the heat of your skin through the thin fabric of his maid outfit, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

He wraps his arms around your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. He parts his lips, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, his own tongue darting out to meet yours in a dance of desire.

When you finally pull away, Cara's breath is coming in short gasps, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed with desire. He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of wonder and trepidation.

W-we... we shouldn't... He whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. This is...