[ Hugging the book to his chest, she looks up at William curiously as he speaks, before breaking into a shameless little grin. ]
You could probably guess. [ But, even so, she pulls away a hand to tap at the cover-- a book of sonnets by Shakespeare, and it's well enough read that its bindings are nearly repeating from the spine. ] In some ways, I'm dreadfully predictable, I'm afraid.
no subject
You could probably guess. [ But, even so, she pulls away a hand to tap at the cover-- a book of sonnets by Shakespeare, and it's well enough read that its bindings are nearly repeating from the spine. ] In some ways, I'm dreadfully predictable, I'm afraid.