where: the school, interior
who: open
the soft morning light came through the gossamer curtains that bobbi had installed earlier that week. a well worn book was held between hands that caressed pages like a long lost lover. her lips quirked upwards as she saw which poem the book had deemed worthy to open to, and tucking a blonde strand behind her ear, she read aloud-
“what can I give you, my lord, my lover,
you who have given the world to me,
showed me the-”
a soft sound by the door had her head lift and her breath catch, her pulse suddenly racing in a near panic. seeing who it was, her shoulders relax almost imperceptibly, and she smiles.
“ah, welcome. did you have a question for me about classes- or were you dropping something off?”