Cecilia laughed a little and smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught. "Who, me? Never," she answered, turning to face Owen. Owen, who had absolutely no way of knowing that Cecilia's first ever crush had been on Indiana Jones at the tender age of four years old. Dr. Jones had had a profound effect on her as a little girl, and she'd proudly carried that torch for the 80s and early 90s era Harrison Ford into adulthood.
Owen wore it better. She hated him for that.
Her cheeks flushed as though he or anyone else could actually know what she'd been thinking, and she tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach. She was not allowed to have those kinds of thoughts about Owen. She'd been functioning happily in a state of total denial over her attraction to her friend, because as far as Cecilia saw it she was not allowed to have a crush on her best friend in the middle of the sick hybrid Eli Roth directed horror movie-meets Lifetime movie of the week they were living. That was just inappropriate and unacceptable, and goddammit, she wasn't going to think about it. Most times it worked.
It wasn't working so hot at current, but she consoled herself that she'd been caught by surprise.
"You dressed up!" she finally said, grinning like an idiot. "I'm so proud of you."