I believe these belong to you

         “I believe these belong to you, “Asia told Stitchface, tossing him his keys. He watched as Asia took his helmet off, shaking her hair out and putting the helmet on the table. “Oh, by the way, thanks Stitches,” Asia added, walking out.
         “Asia, wait!” Stitches called out.
         “Yeah?” Asia turned around.
         “Are you okay? I mean, I didn’t hear what happened and you…you looked kinda upset,” Stitchface explained his questioning. Asia saw the concern on his face, sighed and sat down at the table with him.
         “You want the truth or a lie?” Asia commented dryly, a wry smile on her lips.
         “Lies are fun…hmmm, but I think I’d prefer the truth,” Stitchface joked along. “Seriously, are you going to be all right?”
         “I’ll live,” Asia answered half-heartedly.
         “You know Asia, love never broke anyone’s heart,” Stitchface commented mildly.
         “Wise words from a someone who doesn’t seem as though he’s gotten his heart broken,” Asia answered soberly.
         “Are you sure you going to be all right?” Stitchface questioned one more time.
         “I’m fine Stitches, “Asia assured. “What’s up with you? You don’t usually question me like this,” Asia turned the tables. Stitchface gave a full fledge blush.
         “Yeah, well you’ve never stuck your hand in my pocket to retrieve my keys,” Stitchface countered. Now it was Asia’s turn to blush.
         “I’m sorry,” Asia apologized shyly.
         “Just warn me next time, okay?” Stitchface laughed.
         “Thanks Stitches,” Asia managed a small smile.
         “If it can get you to smile, no problem,” Stitchface said.