'This girl…' he thought, running a hand down his face. 'She's completely different.'
He remembered how formal she'd been when they first met.
Polite, calm, calculating.
But ever since she started hanging around him more often, that image had completely dissolved.
Her smirks were more common than her courtesy now.
Her attitude was playful, teasing, and occasionally unpredictable.
"Are you going to keep staring at me like that, or are you going to ask what I want already?" Selene asked, raising an eyebrow.
Isaac gave her a flat look. "I'm trying to. But every time I ask, you say 'nothing' and start acting weird again."
"I'm not acting weird," she muttered, turning her head slightly. "You're just not paying attention."
He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Selene."
"What?"
"Just say what you want. I'm not going to bite. You've been circling the topic for the last ten minutes."
She didn't respond at first.
