“ I thought you were a student ... “
HE IS: PROUD, FULL OF PRIDE. but it refrains from reaching overbearing levels. more so it translates into genuine adoration for his occupation. ocean eyes gaze ‘pon her as if she were a distant shore and he: thalassic, a sailor lost at sea. eyes bright and full of hope, rose red lips bloom into a smile. ❛ non! i am a reporter. journalist. ❜ his name is a household one, made known across the globe in every land. yet he does not boast. does not inflate his ego and carry on listing every achievement with austerity. ( AS HE COULD GO ON FOREVER IF HE SO CHOSE TO. HE: WONDER BOY, WORLD REPORTER NUMBER ONE. KINGS HAVE HELD CELEBRATION IN HIS NAME. ) such asininity was beneath him, so he thinks.
❛ all in the spirit of honesty, i’ve never attended school a day in my life. ❜ a pause. it was refreshing, he thinks. having someone who didn’t know him on the spot, no capability of beguiling him. it was as though for once, he was a stranger, and not a face to be recognized and scrutinized. no anachronism, someone who blend right in ( LIKE HE DOES ON CASES. ). someone absent fame and absent laurels. someone normal, and he enjoys it.