Double take. Composing is a crusade and this time it's a fiery breath ready to singe off his eyebrows. Ribbon sitting perfectly in her pretty hair, fingers itch to tug at the end but this is Nana noona's friend (and also sweet Aidan's). Resists the urge as half formed melodies slip into maladies. Saunters up instead and says, " Excuse me, if I go straight this way, will I be able to reach your heart? "
any initiative contact she makes is full of hesitation, perplexity and anomalous. her lips are dry, speaking was difficult, any message she was trying to deliver would deem as peculiar. she moves her hands to her hair and tucks a strand behind her ear, looks down and back at him. a hint of pink makes its way on her soft cheeks, eyes dilating and jaw now agape. “i.. i… pardon..?”
