She raised an eyebrow. “Then you need to refine your interpretation of beauty, Cass,” she said quietly. “It’s flawed.” *** “It’s charming, really.”
"It's not like you don't have other things that interest me. Your mind is quite fascinating." *** "Charming? Like you?" she teased.
"You're really intelligent," he said simply. "And you write in your field guide and learn about people and things others normally wouldn't think about."
She frowned at him, tilting her head slightly. “That doesn’t mean anything other than I’m naive. Most people already understand the truths about other people and the world around them. I have to write it down to figure it out.”
“I’m glad,” she said. “Do you want to keep it?” *** He rolled his eyes before fluttering his wings. “Where would you like to go?”
She tore it out gently before offering it to him. • • • He reached over and brushed his finger through her hair. “Want to go to my house.”
He took it with a smile. "Thank you." *** She looked over at him thoughtfully. "Sure. Will I have to sneak in?"
She laughed in surprise. "I didn't expect you to. It was a gift." * * * He squinted at her. "No mischief."
He grinned. "Well I have that going for me." *** She raised an eyebrow at him. "What does mischief entail?"
