Renee stopped in her tracks and paused a moment before turning, Temmit and her were about ten paces away from each other. The snow was now coming straight down in large flakes and at the moment the road which they stood upon was very quiet.
Temmit was always aware of Renee’s good looks, but at the moment she turned to face him, the sheer beauty of her was an absolute vision of loveliness. Standing in front of the eastern gate to the Park, her silhouette was in sharp contrast to the wintry scene of sleeping trees behind her. Her red hair, poking from the inside of her hood framed her face before the snowy-white background. Her emerald eyes looked straight into him with affection he had seen hints of since the meeting.
It was his turn to feel meek.
“Thanks for listening to me last night, and being a perfect gentleman,” she said without approaching, her hands crossing behind her back. She lifted the weight off of one foot and swung her ankle lightly back and forth, the toes still anchored in the snow. (OOC: I love it when girls do that.)
Temmit sensed that this was the sincere Renee, not the coy one playing the game last night.
“I can’t tell you how much it meant to me to finally have someone to talk too, and you didn’t make me feel...” she lowered her gaze in shame for just a moment, then returned to Temmit’s gaze, “...like a whore.[/b]”
The word was kind of a shocking ending to what otherwise had been a gentle and complimentary sentiment.
