[ ` startled by her abrupt clap and his eyes widen at the mention of his brother ] you know oliver? [ ` his curiosity is sparked, eyebrows furrowed ] and how do you know my brother? he usually doesn’t associate himself with other people. [ ` scowls, facing the other way so she doesn’t see the change of expression on his face, jolts up when she compliments him ] oh, uh, thank you. [ ` his cheeks tainted, he coughs before explaining ] if? you mean, you will be. [ ` grins before snorting after, continues on with his antics before grabbing her hand and entwining them together ] holds this for me. [ ` chuckles ] this is flirting. being nice is like saying, i like your hair.
i met him inside the library when i was trying to grab some book from the topmost shelf. ( ` recounts, the skin of her forehead knitting together as she tries to recall the memory vividly ) anyways, he’s not bad? he’s actually a really cool guy. ( ` she thinks more, about to say something else when the feeling of something warm sliding against her fingers distracts her, cheeks darkening a rather shy shade of red ) usually by now i would have burned your fingers, if not for the school’s magic. ( ` laughs, the sound coming out shaky as she’s still unnerved at the contact but she doesn’t make any move to pull her hand away ) so does this mean you’re flirting with me right now?
