The pinkness of her cheeks would be uncharacteristic for Lacus. But she wasn’t Lacus, or at least, she was only a pale imitation.

She was babbling on, as if trying to talk away her blush. Athrun tried to appear remotely interested in what she was saying, but in reality, his mind was a million miles elsewhere.

She chatted to him about how nice it was to meet him, and about how she’d always admired Lacus Clyne. Athrun didn’t have the heart to tell the bouncy Meer that she was doing a horrible job at imitating her idol.

Instead of paying attention to her million-miles-an-hour mouth, Athrun concentrated more on her blush.

It was a pale pink, one that had spread across the upper regions of her cheeks. As he stared on, he noted that it became darker in colour, staining more of her cheeks as she became more and more flustered. The speed of her mouth became faster too. If Athrun had been paying attention, he’d be lost now.

“You know…” Athrun started, tearing his eyes away from her face.

“I must admit, you’re not doing the best of jobs with replacing Lacus.” Meer’s face fell, and she instantly launched into a speech about how she just wanted to be helpful, and how she was really trying her best. Athrun raised a hand, cutting her off.

“Being Meer suits you more.”

The colour of her flushed face skyrocketed, from it’s pinkish hue to a flaming red. Athrun couldn’t help but laugh. She fumed childishly at him, and Athrun apologized with a cough.

“You really think so?” She asked, after a short while. Her face was still a visible shade of red.

“I know so.”