Ralph shrugged. “I told him he should just tell you, but he didn’t want to. Dunno why. Point is, he likes you. Apparently everything is too awkward now though. He didn’t tell me anything, he just said things were awkward.” He dropped a few coins on the bar and put his giant hands on his hips.
Elsa nodded, standing as well. “It’s understandable. If it doesn’t seem relevant, I don’t want to know.” She shrugged, but stopped in her tracks when she registered what Ralph had said. “Wait, he….he does? Well…can’t say I didn’t see it coming. Coming back from here last night, he said he loved me. But I figured it was the alcohol talking.”
"Yeah, he does. He said he blamed it on the alcohol to avoid embarrassing himself. He tries to hide it because he’s scared that you’ll think he’s creepy had weird apparently." He rolled his eyes. "That’s Felix for ya!"
"Yeah…." Elsa sighed, undoing her braid but quickly putting it back. "I honestly think it’s really sweet. Not creepy at all. I mean, it would have been nicer for him to be honest about it, but this works too."
"Yeah….awkward is a good word to use." Elsa admitted with a shrug. "After what happened last night, I can understand him not wanting to tell me. I wouldn’t either, if I was in his shoes."
Ralph raised an eyebrow. “I’m assuming stuff happened before I got there?” He asked, somewhat curious. He wouldn’t pry, though.