After that kiss, things got a little weird between them. Napoleon decided to kill time in the library for the rest of the afternoon, while Ciela headed back to her office to tie up loose ends that had been put on hold while she was getting ready for Napoleon's arrival.
Both of them couldn't help but be aware of what had just transpired. It felt like a declaration of sorts, a connection formed between them. But what really nagged at their minds was how they pulled off that kiss.
Napoleon, in a spur-of-the-moment, daring move, took the initiative and made the first move, and was worried if he choked on it or not. It was his first kiss, and the uncertainty gnawed at him. Did he come on too strong? Was it too awkward? These thoughts circled in Napoleon's mind as he perused the shelves of books, trying to distract himself.
