“Whoa. I wouldn’t want you falling on the face now, Love.”
I look up at the guy, and I want to fall at the square jaw and full thick lips, I’m sure has caused many to fall in his presence. Short, light brown, unkempt hair glows under the warm lighting meant to map our route through the corridor.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?” His dark green eyes pierce me, as a small smile plays on his lips. I hear the hint of an accent I can’t really place, however, if given a chance to guess, I would say Scottish.
“What are you doing here?” Sienna walks up to him and pulls the guy by his grey V-neck t-shirt.
“I thought you not coming this side until next fall,” Sienna carries on talking when he doesn’t respond.
His eyes stay on me, and for some reason, I can't place,
