Like some kind of a hero who just saved a damsel in distress, Lemuel is now looking down at Anastasia with the warm glow of the sunset wrapping his lean figure - making him appear transcendental and quite a bit ethereal.
Too taken aback by how she just found out that he's not so much of a gloomy guy that he made himself appear to be, she ended up losing words to say. The way his breath-taking features take a peek from behind his thick-lensed eyeglasses doesn't help her regain her bearings at all either.
"Are you alright, Anastasia? I heard screaming all the way from the library. Never thought that it's you who was trapped inside there," Lemuel started, concern laced in his voice.
"Y-Yeah, I am alright now. Thank you for helping me out..." Anastasia trailed off before stretching a downcast smile.
"Really, thank you. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't come."
