Mated To Valentine
She’s already batting her lashes and leaning a little too close to him.
“So, are you new around here?” she asks him, twirling her hair around her fingers.
He takes a step back, clearly unimpressed. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me away, ignoring her shocked gasp.
"If you know who that is, you would want to turn around and maybe say a few words or two. Just don't ignore her." I urge him, glancing back at her.
"If you know what you are, you wouldn't care," he replies simply.