Elora's eyelids fluttered open, her vision still hazy. The first thing she saw was Jett's face looming close to hers, his expression tense and focused. Her heart skipped a beat, though she couldn't tell if it was from surprise or the awkwardness of the situation.
Without thinking, her hand shot up and smacked Jett right across the face.
It took her a moment to fully process what was happening, but the proximity felt… strange. Weird, even.
"What did you do that for?!" Jett whined, rubbing his stinging cheek.
Elora blinked and then smirked slightly, "Oh, it's you. Reflexes, I guess."
Jett rolled his eyes. "Great reflexes."
Elora couldn't help but chuckle. It felt oddly satisfying to have landed a hit on him, especially since it was Jett. She sat up a little, feeling dazed. "So… what happened?"
Creation is hard, cheer me up!