"You forgot this..... Again" he looked away handing my journal back to me, his hair looked a little messy with how it trickled over his face, lose tendrils brushing his lashes, a light blush forming over his nose, I grabbed the journal but he doesn't let go, instead he holds my gaze his eyes unwavering for the first time "....how are you feeling....?"
"How did you find me?" I appreciate the gesture but the fact that this man has been able to locate me twice bothers me
"oh... We both have a class in this building at this time, just different classes, I walk past you to get to class..." He scratches the back of his neck shyly "... I'm sorry I'm not trying to be creepy or anything, I swear, you're just hard to miss.."
"Hard to miss?" I cock a brow at him, in a school full of talking statues, fire-cracking leprechauns, and plants with attitudes, being called hard to miss isn't exactly a compliment
