Post by shades on Feb 18, 2014 0:04:40 GMT
Ophelia Stanley ; ;
The girl gave her partner one of her cold stares, eyes glancing up and down, noting his tensed features. Her blue eyes blinked, “you’re trying too hard to be neutral, but you’re tense. Shoulders, the blinking; it’s a dead giveaway.” Ophelia observed matter-of-factly.
Looking him over again, she pointed out another thing. “You seemed very eager to get to know me, but as Markham pointed out, I’m the bitch.” She didn’t give him a smile, or anything to show her appreciation. Only the furrow of Ophelia’s brow showed her curiosity to the whole situation.
