Maeve
The only thing fiery about Maeve was her spirit and Noah didn't need to be feared being burned by such. It occurred to her briefly that he had a nice smile. Bright and kind, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, lighting up his whole face even as he schooled it into something a bit more subdued. She liked that he didn't seem to hold back, not afraid of giving too much away with his expression in this moment, and she found herself missing the simplicity of such interactions for a brief second. "We're doing last names too? In that case... Ansel. Maeve Ansel." The Madame repeated, supplying her full name to this relative stranger, "I feel like I haven't seen you around Torchline very often... At least not in my part of town." She mused, distracted by the roughness of his hand, but not dissuaded by it as she noticed the difference between them.
It was kind of cute how hard he seemed to try, focusing on the way he presented his voice, taking on that of a teacher while being mindful of how it might seem to her. It brought an amused smile to her face, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep it from growing too wide, "I'm all ears." Came the easy reply, straightening herself up as she gazed at him expectantly, waiting for the first bit of the lesson to start. "I'm right handed."
It was kind of cute how hard he seemed to try, focusing on the way he presented his voice, taking on that of a teacher while being mindful of how it might seem to her. It brought an amused smile to her face, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep it from growing too wide, "I'm all ears." Came the easy reply, straightening herself up as she gazed at him expectantly, waiting for the first bit of the lesson to start. "I'm right handed."
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
