[It's a little strange, fighting between wanting to shrink away in embarrassment and feeling compelled to be as honest as possible. If he's guessing, she's not aware. It's so onvious to her, why shouldn't it be as obvious to everyone else? There's a small pause while she lets her chin be lifted and she watches him, trying to decide if he's messing with her.

Lady Di drifts off in her lap; a tiny, purring ball. Honestly, Jem's envious. ]

Apparently, [a good start] I talk about you all the time. [She wets her bottom lip. ] So. Romantic, I guess. [she's so good at this.] You know, when you're with someone and your heart beats really fast, or tummy gets in knots? Your chest feels like it's too tight.