Thick eyelashes drooped, a handsome face pale, thin lips tightly pressed together. Before his eyes, a petite, soft, and elegant hand reached out, beautiful and graceful like an orchid...
:"My name is Avery Jane, nice to meet you..." Her voice carried sweetness and naivety, yet held the most deadly tension, passing through his eardrums into his brain, resonating like fireworks exploding in his mind. He almost couldn't believe what he heard was true, but she had indeed spoken, saying nice to meet you, please take care. She said her name was Avery Jane. That feeling of blood rushing through his chest, that sensation where even his hands had nowhere to rest.
