What had started as small flutterings of anxiety were swiftly turning into a full blown panic attack.
Of course, as usual, Rebi managed to hide her emotions quite well. A slightly bored expression did a good job of hiding the fact that her heart was hammering inside of her chest. And she had shoved her hands in her jean pockets in order to disguise their shaking. To anyone who didn't know her well - which was practically everyone - she appeared to be the picture of calm.
Her fear didn't stem from the fact that she was about to spend an entire weekend alone with Komo. Now that the two had cemented their bond, she felt more comfortable in his presence than she had ever felt alone. Spending time with him was as easy as breathing.
But this was more than just a 'team building' exercise. This was supposed to be a romantic vacation for the two of them. And while Rebi was finally coming to terms with the fact that she did care for Komo in that way, she had yet to ask him how he felt about her.
What if he didn't feel the same? What if his emotional connection with her was tied to their fighter bond, and had nothing to do with romance? He was her sacrifice, and she trusted him with her life.
Trusting him with her heart was much more terrifying.