You've settled down in a comfortable spot on the floor in the supply closet, back pressed up against the left hand wall. You sit with your knees curled up and the Holy Knight book in your lap. Elliot won't miss it for a few hours, you think mischievously.
Just as you begin to read your first sentence, you hear a creak, the telltale sign of the doorknobs turning. Your breath catches in your throat as the white-haired girl enters. Her face is blank, as it always is, pale features set in a constant frown. She walks a few paces forward, quick and graceful like a panther, before she notices you.
Her voice betrays nothing as her river-blue eyes settle on you. "What is Leo doing in the closet? Where is Master Eliot?"
This is exactly what you had tried to avoid. This closet was barely visited, (There was a far more convenient one nearer to Duke Nightray's room at the center of the household.) so it was usually where you came to catch a few moments of peace. You hold back a sigh as you answer. "Eliot is busy with studying right now. He has nothing for me to do, so I felt like reading."
The pale servant stares at you for a few seconds. You stare back, unblinking. "Master Vincent fell asleep in the hallway again," she explains, a note of annoyance so small you think you might have imagined it. "Echo came to fetch him a pillow."
You continue to stare at her and her at you. The silence is not uncomfortable; on the contrary, it's almost pleasant, maybe with a hint of awkwardness. You look for a moment longer, then nod and look back down at your book. She nods back and steps over to one of the many shelves and grabs a pillow. Turning, she's almost out the door when she stops. She stares blankly through the door frame. You wonder what made her stop and what she's thinking, what could possibly have made her as still as a statue.
Then, very suddenly, she turns back and walks over to you. You open your mouth to ask what she thinks she's doing when she bends down and presses yours. You stiffen at the surprising kiss, though you can't escape with your back against the wall.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. After what feels like an eternity, she pulls back, face still set in that blank expression.
"What was that for?" you finally manage to choke out.
She stares down and says, unemotionally, "Echo wanted to know what it felt like." Then left without another word.
You just have time to blush.