Hey guys!
This is my first non-Ally Carter flick [I finally got taste. :P Jokes, Jokes.] so go easy on me and don't expect any wonders.
This is also - as you will soon notice - a scene taken from the book that I tweaked a little, as is the next chapter.
Anyways, here goes:
3rd POV:
St. Clair, Anna and Mer are on the banks of the river Seine, making the most of the fine weather.
Mer turns to Anna as they walk. "So how are things with you and Dave?" She asks with an expectant grin.
Anna thinks before answering. "Fine. They're fine, I guess."
"Really? 'Cause I heard they're great . . . well, saw it actually."
St. Clair scuffs a stone with his foot, mind obviously occupied. Unbeknown to the others, he scowls at the subject change, lips a fraught line.
Mer looks to him. "Why are you so quiet? You normally have plenty to say about Dave."
St. Clair shrugs in his usual European manner and glances sidelong at Anna, brown eyes intense. "Have you had a chance to look at that poetry book I got you?" He asks, running a hand through his beautiful hair distractedly.
She takes a moment to answer, taken aback. "Uh, no. We don't have to read it until next semester, right? . . . He bought me the Neruda book," she explains to Mer.
Mer spins to St. Clair and sees his expression. Her face hardens with sudden understanding.
"Yeah, well. I was just wondering. Since you didn't mention it . . ." He trails off, dejected and desperate.
Anna shoots him a questioning look, and returns to Mer, babbling to fill the sudden silence.
St. Clair falls behind them, frowning and helpless.
He thinks just one thing: if only she knew.