Violet
I regarded her carefully, not quite sure what to make of her sudden appearance.
"You were looking for me?" I asked.
"In a manner of speaking." She smiled, and there was something disarmingly genuine about it. "I wanted to apologize again for earlier. I have a terrible habit of overwhelming people when I first meet them. My father says my mouth moves faster than my thoughts, and unfortunately, he is not wrong."
She let out a small laugh, her hand drifting to her chest in that same gesture I had noticed before, almost self-conscious, like she was physically trying to contain herself.
I didn't respond immediately, still trying to figure out what she wanted.
Nessa seemed to sense my hesitation. Her smile softened, losing some of its brightness in favour of something more subdued.
