praeclaruus liked for a starter !
FORMERLY LOST IN HIS BOOK, Henry’s eyes catch onto the sight of a girl as he looks up as if emerging out of a fog. He blinks, a part of him wanting to turn back to his book ( a well-worn and familiar action to him ), but he finds himself tilting his head at her.
❝ I don’t suppose you have ANYWHERE ELSE to be, do you? ❞









