the pretty thing you are looking at is me, of that i am sure. // ben and simone
Ben furrowed his eyebrows as Simone mentioned those words. Honestly, giving Simone a hard time was his favorite past-time and he certainly wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity right now while he could. A moment of silence, before he mentioned to his glasses. “Are you sure? Let me clean my glasses real quick.” He said, taking a moment to clean it on his black shirt before putting them back on. “No, i’m sorry. I was looking at that other beauty beside you. What was her name again? Lena?” He asked, expecting the punch on the arm he would receive from Simone at his remark. “It’s a pleasure. I’m Ben Ravencroft, author and apparently the ‘pain in her ass’ to Simone Lenoir. I think I’m just a realist. How about you? What do you think?” He asked, eyebrows now raised as he flashed one of his most charming smiles to the much younger looking woman who he understood as Simone’s only family.











