She glances up from her sketch for a moment to look at him, curious to know what he means. She notices that he's looking straight at her, almost as though he can read every part of her like an open book. And, she thinks, perhaps there is a chance that he can, but this doesn't scare her in the slightest.

Her cheeks turn pink, and her lips form a sort of soft, almost enigmatic smile. Quickly she tries to look away; at the same time her pencil slips from her fingers and rolls off the page, landing on the ground.