Felicity and Gil
Masks obscured what Felicity may have noticed and she remained, for now, none the wiser. She didn't move yet though she found it strange that Galad spoke of people that way. Galad knew that people wanted him, that girls fawned over him, but he often found a way to compliment her out of it. And he did but not entirely the same way Galad did. That was the first clue to Felicity though she would let it slide. She and Galad had been spending a lot more time recently and she was learning more of his ticks.
"They're one of two things, Galad," she said, "Petrified or preferring a gender that isn't me." It was an unfortunate stereotype of theatre but Felicity found it to be mostly true from her experience. She added, "And they all know I'm out of their league. I'm an elf and they'd have to compare to you, and that, we both know, is impossible." None of the other students had really gotten her attention.
She turned to face him, "I prefer it that way. Out of reach. Not point in getting anyone's hopes up. That gets tiresome so quickly."