"Winbrose dreams, crushed," Clarisse mumbled.
"What's Winbrose?" Sophia asked, bewildered.
Clarisse answered nonchalantly, "You and Nicholas' ship name."
Sophia laughed.
"Aren't we a tad bit old for ship names?" She asked, smiling as she rolled her eyes.
Clarisse pouted, "No one's too old for ship names," she reasoned.
She heard Sophia mumble, "But there's nothing between me and Nicholas to ship."
Clarisse frowned.
"You're not actually serious, are you?" She asked Sophia in utter disbelief.
"Don't tell me you aren't…"
She stopped herself.
Sophia was staring at her blankly.
"Aren't what?"
"Romantically involved with each other, or courting?" Sophia asked.
Clarisse hoped to get a yes as an answer.
Sophia stayed silent. She hadn't discussed this with Nicholas yet.
She pursed her lips.
"No, we're not," she said, much to Clarisse's discontent.
