Lotte's lips pressed together as she looked to Ella. Her mind immediately went back to when she'd gone down to her apartment and Ella had warned her that the story wasn't a romance and it was a horror story. Slowly, Lotte shook her head and let her hand fall away from Bran's. "I know. But it's not like that. Not now, we're in Bellum like you said." She looked up at the stage and shook her head. "Or we were - I don't know. It's different."
She didn't say anything else to Bran, only offering him a tight smile before moving to the steps and climbing up. She moved slowly, hand on the railing. Heights had never been a problem for her - up had always been a good direction to go. Once at the top, Lotte peered down and gave a little wave. It wasn't so bad up high - better than being on the stage below. "I'm ready whenever you all are."
She leaned against the balcony's rail carefully, trying to remember what she did of Romeo and Juliet. It was just acting, right? It shouldn't be a hard role, she just had to be instantaneously in love with ...Bran. Her expression tightened, but from where was it was hard to see. She rested her head on her hand, her elbow on the rail, trying to tell herself that this would be fine.