sanctuary.
the raven-haired wondered why it was happening to him? he sighed and stopped thinking about it while he reviewed all of his papers and homework. he made sure everything was done, so he could be free. she never complained when he did his work. she never complained for anything. it was hard to get into her head and to try to understand her or to read her mind. she always had a control over her expressions. sometimes, she truly embodied death: cold, dark, silent, still, reserved, lifeless but beautiful. he never was sure how to deal with her, because she would often misunderstand his motives or his very words (even though, to be fair, he always went in circle). now and then, he would always push her buttons just to see her annoyed. that adorable face she could make quite often made him wish that she only shows that side of her to him. was that a hint of jealousy? stark shook his head. that was not right.
he had his phone in his head and debated rather or not he should call her. texting was convenient and fast, but it lack any appeal. of course, he could add emoticons, but nothing beats a conversation. she must be truly special to him to get such a treatment. it was almost a scientific fact that guys only call people that means to them generally (aside for jobs or other important affairs). exhibiting sings of anxiety, he glanced at the number on the screen several times, before, finally, dialling it. it was not his first time calling her, so why? cesare sighed "...hey, pen. it's ces. i have good news for you. i'm done. i'm actually ahead of time." why was he acting professionally towards her? "...how are you doing anyway?"