Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Nate’s face is blank while he waits for Kiada’s answer, interested to see how she responds. She’s impressed him already, so anything else would just be cream at this point. Maybe she’d actually be interested in a real class, lend him a little bit of validity.
A low whistle leaves Nate, accompanied by another bright grin. He resists the urge to clap, if only because she doesn’t seem the type to appreciate it. ”See, you don’t need me.” Stepping forwards, he holds out a hand to her, and if she takes he’ll bring his other one in to clasp it. ”I’d love to share more with you, maybe in a real class?” The offer comes smoothly, like there’s no room for disagreement.
A low whistle leaves Nate, accompanied by another bright grin. He resists the urge to clap, if only because she doesn’t seem the type to appreciate it. ”See, you don’t need me.” Stepping forwards, he holds out a hand to her, and if she takes he’ll bring his other one in to clasp it. ”I’d love to share more with you, maybe in a real class?” The offer comes smoothly, like there’s no room for disagreement.
