Snippet #1765946

What was the word she wanted to use to describe him? Esme successfully bit back a frown. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but now that she was face to face with him he was easy to read, and what she saw she wasn't sure she liked. It seemed to her as if he was using her discomfort to his advantage, pulling her into a friendship that she hadn't agreed on. Shy. That's probably what he saw. But he didn't know the other part of her. And while she still appeared to be a frail, uncomfortable girl who would like to be anywhere but here at that moment, her irritation was building. The fact that he was bumping her shoulder wasn't helping either.

The girl allowed herself to appeared wooed by his question. "Friends?" she asked and smiled brightly. Though her guard was up, the wink once again caught her off guard and her heart jumped as color rushed to her cheeks.

Dark and gloomy. Good. Maybe he would offer her some peace and quiet. Esme paused before following after Benjamin. She sat upon a vintage coffee colored couch and her petite form sunk slightly into the fluff of the cushions. Once in a relaxing position (indian style with hands in her lap), she forced back her irritation and returned to an uncomfortable aura. People here, you couldn't trust them, so you might as well give them your weakest side to play with and mold so they can't see the strength you hold. If they underestimated her, they wouldn't see her as a threat.

Ah. Untrustworthy. That was the perfect word to describe him.