He caught me though. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against his chest.
"You love Italian cuisines and don't really have a favorite colour, but you wear mostly black. You're seventeen years old with the mind of a ninety-five year old person. You actually enjoy reading classical novels, and you're not being pretentious about it. You spend ninety percent of your time in the library. You feed baby crows digestive biscuits." He stopped to laugh at that, before he then continued.
