Not Impressed.

It wasn't the fact that she was ignoring me that had me bothered, but it was the fact that she was crying right before my very eyes.

"Pocahontas?" I approached my friend cautiously; I swallowed a dry lump in my throat. There hadn't been a time for me to speak to her like this, not since Pocahontas broke the news to me about her arranged marriage with Kokoum.

"What's the problem?" I asked her sheepishly, mustering all the courage that I could to avoid sounding pathetic to her at that very moment.

"Brother Bear, please." Pocahontas stifled a sob.

Naturally, I took my place beside her.

"Trust me,...