|| closed starter || @lordoconnor
|| LOCATION || Harrington’s Bookstore
Her facade fell as soon as she saw him. Any attempt at appearing unbothered or simply distracted would fall tragically. The fault is yours, Ceara thought but she only frowned before managing to smooth her displeasure into something entirely unreadable. She pressed the book to her chest, avoiding any eye contact with him until he had the sheer audacity to talk even more so. “I live here now,” she said curtly. “I’ve been fairing just fine.”
Ceara took in the sight of him and her chest ached, despite how easily she felt the awkwardness between them. “You seem to be doing well also, Lord O’Connor,” she noted formally. She didn’t want to care about how he was doing, even after all this time. She came this far to not care, didn’t she?