"Well, you are rather, petite, but it was a mere name I called you. Nothing major."
Madge teetered on her heels, still in love with the feeling of being so close to him, before turning and picking up the bow she had dropped.
Oh yeah! *facepalm* I feel like an idiot now.
He looked toward Ella with a snide almost shy grin, "James, and your Ella."
Madge's fingers reached up to her face, she whimpered softy as she brushed a tiny but painful ember off her cheek. "Saw it and felt it."