That's His Eager Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was a small grin resting on his face. “Are we going to head to the summit, or what?”

I turned around to see him looking at me, astonished. "Whowk?!" I asked annoyed that he has the nerve to ask for me to wait. "What is that?" He said poking at my face " Your face is getting red and it has rashes forming like a, a map?" I sigh as I look at his shaking form which is silently laughing.

I squeeze tightly as I zero in on his face. “You want a fight, You got one.”

"Earnest, I wanted to talk to you—" "We are talking right now so speak!!!" That cold voice barked. I stepped out even more, averting my gaze to his face to make sure I wasn't dreaming. When I saw his face, I knew I wasn't and Earnest wasn't as sweet and innocent as I thought he was. He looked like an angry python ready to attack its enemies. I'd never seen or expected that he could make this face.

I make eye contact with him and feel everything stop. "There she is." A wide grin spreads across his face. His very handsome face. Narrow with a sharp jawline, a scar on his left eyebrow. He had soft, fluffy looking dark orange hair that hung over his forehead. He was tall, taller than Ike. Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war.

He didn't answered he was all quite . He stopped when he was only a feet apart from me . As he was near The moon's light lit his face . My mouth parted as my eyes admire his face . His face appeared as oblong shaped , his jawline was sharp with thick beard , his eyes were white like a diamond and his hairs were gelled back . It seems like he is a devil from hell . His face was rigid . It reflects no expression no emotion .

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

"Who says I'm gazing into your face?" "Whatever," I grumbled, turning my head, hoping to extract if from his fingers. "Someone I find isn't," He pauses either to be dramatic or for the lack if the perfect word. "Ecstatic about my methods of dealing with issues." I raised an eyebrow, but then only remember the ridiculous cloth attached to my face and uselessness of my expressions if he won't see them. This, I snickered angling my body away from him. "You don't agree that they should die?" He questions.

Oh well, tomato, potato. Readers I know that's not the correct phrase. Anyway on to the story.... His brown chocolate eyes gleamed with eagerness as he looks at my face. I lift a brow, completely confused as to why he was here. " Mia right? I've been meaning to talk to you since morning but saw you had a whole cue of eager males waiting for your attention." He says, smiling while lifting a hand to ruffle his cocoa curls. I looked at him blankly. Laughing slightly he continues. " So I figured I'd have to be patient and wait until I can get a chance with you....." He trailed nervously when my blank expression didn't once shift.

I beamed at him. I hurried until I was only a step away from him. He is several inches taller than me, so I had to raise my head to look at his Adonis-like face. He has a sharp nose that perfectly matches his deep and sexy eyes. His white skin has a pale complexion, but it looks flawless. His chin and angular jawline are well-defined too. “I'm sorry your food is late today. You must be starving,” I said sheepishly. He smiled softly. "That's fine. You are here now."