*Saphira's POV*
"You've changed your hair after the High tea you had, at the country club," he explained. "Right, your sisters idea, she said she would give me a Malibu makeover," I said rolling my eyes.
"But… how would you know what my hair looked like in a natural state? I met you looking like this." I pulled a strain of my hair as evidence he was wrong. "That crushes my ego… it seems you didn't even notice me," he shrugged. "I was right there. At the high tea, helping your grandma out… playing piano." Oops… I think I looked Shocked… I felt shocked. It was him all along how could I have missed that. It was so obvious.
"That's alright," he said. "As long as you notice me, now," he teased. I smiled sheepishly and he returned my smile. Then it was quiet for a moment while he played on his guitar.
