He shifted awkwardly “Sorry, I saw the book on the pile and thought you’d be interested,” Not for the first time, the young male shifted and stared at the floor self-consciously, his hair tumbling in front of his eyes as he finally looked back to the beautiful woman in front of him. For a second, he was a little entranced before he shook his head softly “I…I don’t really shake hands,” he said, looking furthermore uncomfortable. Why had he thought talking too a woman of high intellect and physical beauty would be a good idea? “Do you mind if I pry?” He gestured timidly to the paper and journal, before shifting back a little.
Spencer was, by no secret, socially inadequate, his interests were so differant from people who were deemed as “Normal,” that beyond statistics and science, he was just out of his element. He was trying, however, too fit in more, at the moment he wasn’t doing a good job.
Oh. Glancing back to her pile, she spotted the book she took off the shelf to bring home for her brother. So he saw that book. Returning her attention to the shy man, her hand wavered when he admitted the no touching thing. Slowly, her hand fell back into her lap, her chocolate hues fluttering as she smiled warmly. “ It’s alright, my brother gets that way also. “ Which is why he wears gloves.
But gesturing for him to sit in the empty chair next to her, Hoel moved a couple of the maps away. “ Oh please, be my guest. It’s not everyday I’m approached by a handsome man. “ She giggle, flashing pearly whites and brushing chocolate tendrils over her shoulder. “ Just doing a small bit of research. “ All his reactions, all the signs he was giving off, she could tell he was not social - he mostly kept to himself. His stance too could tell the British spy that much. Years of training had her more adept to social situations, being able to manipulate and react properly.
