Yeah, you do look the type who’ll trip over his own feet.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
(Source: bam-likelightning)
Uhm, walk around? Better still! Take a bike.
With co-ordination like mine, I’d probably fall off.
(Source: bam-likelightning)
What is it you’re looking for exactly Eric?
No idea to be honest, mate. I was just gonna try and get a lay of the land, as it were. Didn’t go quite as I planned.
(Source: bam-likelightning)
Anna watched as he examined the shell. She smiled at him glad that he at least humoring her about the shell. There weren’t too many people who pretended it was interesting that she collected shells, at least when it came to the types of shells she would go on about.
“You’re into this then, I take it? Shells and stuff.”
She gave a small shrug,” I guess.” Normally she would have jumped into an explanation of all the types of shells she had collected over the years and if the person was still there after she would continue with the other objects she had found on the beaches as well, but she felt shy for the first time in front of this stranger.
“I’m Anna,” she said instead.
Switching his focus from the shell back to her, Eric surveyed her quietly. Though he might have only known her for probably less than all of five minutes by that point, he was almost certain that she was being somewhat modest about her interest in the small object in his grasp. Of course, he couldn’t be sure but there was something about the glint in those emerald eyes of hers that hinted there was more than she was letting on.
Rather than ask her outright, he decided to instead follow her lead with the change of subject altogether. After all, he wasn’t exactly a stranger to withholding information of his own—not to say that he was dishonest but he’d come to learn that once people knew you were an heir they’d either get fixated on that or just brush you off entirely. It was an odd thing because he didn’t see how having any sort of money made you different to anyone else but that, apparently, was the social norm. The riff and the raff. He could only hope that wouldn’t be the case here, not only with Anna, as she introduced herself as, but the whole college ‘scene’ in general. If they didn’t know any different, they couldn’t treat him as such.
Realising he’d strayed with his thoughts as he often did, Eric blinked once and gave a moment for reality to reel back to him. She just introduced herself you ponce, answer her before she thinks you are a freak. With a slight shake of his head, he dismissed himself and lifted his free hand in an invitation to her. “Eric.”
Got a bit turned around and ended up getting myself lost. Not good.
