AISHA
when you look at me like
that what did you expect
that what did you expect
The girl allowed him to push her hand away, resting her pen and fist against the table. She'd been unaware of his observations while she'd wrote, but now made some of her own, mostly about his hair as he leaned. It was dark, but not as tar, and though the color and tone was a striking feature it was the haphazard curl and cut that brought a smile to her face.
When he finished she read his new note. A grin and an amused huff, she looked back up at him with a quick toss of her head to keep her hair out of her face. She gave his a mischievously analytical look, then brought her pen back to the paper. Instead of a direct response to his question, she wrote, I'm Aisha. While it was no idea, it was her way of accepting his invitation, and coaxing a bit more conversation out of him.
When he finished she read his new note. A grin and an amused huff, she looked back up at him with a quick toss of her head to keep her hair out of her face. She gave his a mischievously analytical look, then brought her pen back to the paper. Instead of a direct response to his question, she wrote, I'm Aisha. While it was no idea, it was her way of accepting his invitation, and coaxing a bit more conversation out of him.
i'd probably still adore you with
with your hands around my neck
with your hands around my neck
