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“What on earth is that child doing?” an older woman demands to know, and she points at me so that everyone knows who she’s talking about.
Blushing furiously I point at my eyes with two fingers, then at the screen and exhale when they stop gawking.
At least Pendragon didn’t notice. I don’t know how he would have reacted if he’d seen me hanging there, a couple of feet away from his head. He probably would have run out and taken out a restraining order.
Straightening, I smooth the creases on my tee and shove my braid behind my back and it’s not until I’m right behind him that I notice he’s eating from a bag of chocolate covered peanuts. He takes one by one between his long fingers, then puts them in his mouth.
But his jaw moves like machinery as if he’s furious about something and I carefully sit down, until I’m right behind him to his side. If I wanted to I could put my head on his strong shoulder. Not that I want to.
Not that he would want that either.
Completely unaware of my presence, he remains concentrated on the movie until I take a deep breath and bend forward, hissing in his ear,
“Hi there.”
He flinches, nearly dropping his candy and punching in the air with his hand by his ear.
“Ooh sorry, did my breath tickle you?” I whisper and he turns around to get a better look. His eyes narrow and his mouth thins. He’s got some seriously sensual pale pink lips. Such a shame they’re usually chilling in a sneer.
“You again,” he snarls and I nod, trying a smile and I’m glad that I remembered to put on some lipgloss.
“Surprise,” I chirp and he shakes his dark head, letting out a foul curse that would make everyone back home chase him with pitchforks.
“Did you know I was here? Did you follow me?”
“Who me?” I say, putting a hand on my heart and let out a nervous laughter. “Why, don’t you think highly of yourself? And I would never do that. I was busy watching the movie, when I noticed you and thought I should say hi.”
He turns around again as if my existence is redundant.
“No doubt to harass me some more about your Mothman to Space Alien project,” he mutters and I cross my arms.
“Mermaid to Man,” I correct him and he grunts something in response. He really couldn’t care less. And it’s infuriating. And baffling. And annoying. And a little intriguing...
“What do you want Miss. Crichlow?” he bites out but I perk up.
He remembers my name! That’s a start at least.
“Just chat a little...”
“Wrong place, wrong time,” he says in a loud voice and someone shushes us. “See?”
“Can I ask you something?” I whisper but he doesn’t answer, just takes a deep breath and his shoulders sink as If he’d rather I didn’t talk at all. “What’s your first name?”
“Blaise,” he says between his teeth.
I nod, brushing off some lint from his suit but he scowls at me so I immediately take back my hand.
“Sorry, Mr. Pen...wait, I can call you Blaise, right?”
“Absolutely not,” he answers and I roll my eyes because I’m not a fan of formalities.
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Are you always this out of line?”
What a grumpy piece of work...
And to prove my point he tenses, sniffing in the air then asks, “What’s that horrid smell?”
