oh, where were her charms? her feminine wiles? CONVINCE HIM, VAN TASSEL. from full lips, a coy giggle departs something fascinating, something lovely. ❛ anything to help a person in need such as yourself. say, you’re not from mars, are you? a young, good-looking man.. YOU’RE A REAL TREAT, YOU KNOW. ♥ ❜ such reprehensible giddiness, but necessary. could he see through the sun’s glaring light..? could he have remembered?
katrina found her innate curiosity silenced. she didn’t want to find out. at her chest, nimble fingers clutched the book tighter. WHY WAS HE LOOKING AT IT? there was no way…! ❛ my, for a stranger you’re awful bold, aren’t you..? how… how terrible looking down my shirt so shamefully! ❜ get lost, cowboy!
“ you think so ?“ his smile tilts, smug. some good part of it is surface though, smooth, but dig a little deeper and every nook and cranny and rough ridge can be seen ; he is callous and worn, tired and ruined. slather it with charming paint and anyone can fall for it.
“ what ?“ curious outside ears revolve heads of passing students, their gazes briefly ( but not discreetly ) paying notice of the two. how incriminating. there’s a light that flickers in his eyes but it’s not endearing. more surprised. “ n-no–no. it’s not like that. “ he didn’t expect that - then again, her taking up the day occupation of a teacher is not expected either.
the children pass on ahead and he presses on again. “ so ? you still haven’t answered my question, miss… ?“ his gaze still weighs a little heavier on her; his unspoken revelation adds that extra force to his regard of her. “ i may just have to stick around longer if i don’t get any leads. “
