‘ how long have you been standing there? ’
Montparnasse had not expected to be caught. Her voice cut through his thoughts where he stood in idle daydreams rendering him unfocused for just a moment before he recovered his composure.
His tophat was damp when he removed it in greeting. The youth bowed his head slightly, licking his lips. Alongside the motion, a smile crept itself onto his face, softening his features as if to make him appear less threatening- easening the blow from possibly scaring her off. The youth wore the smile on his face more like a mask, a tool to keep up appearances, pleasantries that may gain him favour towards strangers-entryways to where he was not usually welcomed. A ticket to get where he wanted- to get what he wanted.
"I apologize if I frightened you.. - it was far from my intention. Will you please forgive my rudeness?"
