To say that the air in the tent was awkward was an understatement. I'd come in here with the intention of clearing the air and speaking my mind to Misty, but knowing that it was actually happening I found myself oddly tongue-tied, which wasn't something that usually happened to me. It was often that I couldn't stop talking when I should and not an inability to talk.
Misty seemed equally unable to do anything or say anything. The blonde just looked down and to the side, not able to meet my eyes. It was clear she was waiting for me to say something.
I took a deep breath and pushed away any stray thoughts that didn't add to what I wanted to say, including the thoughts about her beauty. I was very aware of our closeness. I didn't need to scare her with that.
"Misty," I began. "I, err, just wanted to talk to you about a few things, nothing too bad."
I took another deep breath and before she could respond or I could back out, I let it all out.