This is a chapter that I had originally planned on including in the previous chapter but decided it might be nice to have their separate points of view side by side.

Disclaimer: Still don't own them just enjoying borrowing them

She could feel his gaze on her. She was sure he was too busy thinking about what he was getting as his gift for the Secret Santa but she couldn't help but wish he was looking at her for the sake of looking at her. She didn't have the nerve to meet his gaze, however much she wanted to, to see the look he had in his eye. Considering the mood she found herself in today, the chances are she would blush profusely if she did look at him and with Mrs. O'Brien at his side, she knew it would be spotted straight away and it would raise suspicions.

She had tried to tell herself that she wasn't excited about the prospect of getting him the sort of gift that she had wanted to get him for years. It was one of the great ironies of their relationship that as their friendship had started to develop; the more difficult it was for her to show him how she really felt. In reality, she knew he could never reciprocate these feelings and she valued him and their friendship too much to ever fully admit her feelings to him. She was too scared that she would lose him just because she let passion cloud her vision.

When she had picked his name out of the bag, she had one of those eureka moments. It was the perfect veil for her to treat him to something he deserves. The only thing was that he wasn't a man with many obvious hobbies. She knew lots of little details about him. She knew that he would always keep his ink pot on the right hand side of his desk when it was in use and then move it back to the left when he was finished. She knew that even though the proper way to make tea was to pour from the tea pot first and then add milk but when he made it for himself; he would discreetly add the milk first and then add the tea. She felt silly admitting to herself that she noticed these little details but somehow it made her feel good to know that she could notice these things about him. She longed to be able to tell him these little things she knew just so he would know that someone cared enough about him to take heed of the things he likes. It was this that gave her an idea.

She decided that instead of getting him one present that she would getting a variety of little things that reminded her of him and put them together in a nicely wrapped gift. She thought it would be the perfect way to show him about she felt without having to tell him everything although it would give her a good gauge as to how he felt. She thought that if he liked the gift enough it might give her the courage she desperately needs to finally open up to him. She tried to imagine the little trinkets that made her think of him, the fabrics that reminded her of the colour of his eyes…

She was forced out of her pleasant thoughts as the train came to a stop. She decided that if she were to have a quick look at Charles now, it wouldn't be too difficult to pass off as a casual gaze. However, when she turned to him, their eyes locked for a moment. He had a look in his eye that she didn't quite recognise but before she had time to think about it, he had already gotten up to leave the carriage. She followed behind him, trying to hide the blush that had suddenly spread across her face. It embarrassed her that still after all these years of hiding her feelings, he could still make her blush with a single glance and without even knowing the effect he had on her.

Her racing heartbeat made her even more determined than ever that she would get him a gift that showed him a fraction of what he meant to her. She knew that she couldn't pretend any longer, no matter how much it scared her that he might not feel the same way. Today's shopping trip was going to be full and hopefully she would find the right kinds of things that she needed.

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A/N Btw I realise the characters day-dream a lot but I just think that it's just one of the consequences of not saying your feelings out loud. :)