She always seemed to want his attention, showing such in nearly obvious ways- his favorite was her pouting. Though he wouldn't ever let her know that. Why should he? After all they had such a good thing going, her trying for his attention and him getting hers without having to work for it. Even if her pouty rose kissed lips and large golden-brown eyes seemed all too alluring, and more so enough to break his own resolve and immunity to her well known charms.
Oh, how he loved his books. Oh, yes oh yes. He wasn't stupid. He knew her well enough to know when his book was out she thought he wasn't looking at her, and thus causing her to try even harder to get his attention. Oh but he was watching her slender form move about, little to her knowledge that is. After all why would he give away his best trick, even if his exposed eye couldn't pull away from the sway of her hips as she glided past him.
Sure, he liked to read his trashy little novels of heated romance and passion; and most the time he did read them in public- Only ever using them as a prop when something seemed fishy or when she was around. The words only holding his attention for a few moments longer after she came into his view, which there he would peer over the pages of his book as he subtly watched her. Yes, one could say this seemed a little creepy and even stalker-like though it wasn't all the time he purposely placed himself in places he knew she would be. Though when they had been younger she too had shown a bit of a sly side, in attempts to follow him for reasons that had been unknown and not suspected.
He watched from the edge of his latest Icha Icha novel, which he had already finished twice and was on his third read of the all too juicy story. His distant onyx eyes watching her move threw the minor crowd, at first past him and then back; hips swaying with steps that seemed to grow heavy with frustration. Then she seemed to move away from him, giving him a all too pleasant but heart crushing view as his eyes followed the slight sway. Memorized by not only the movement of her hips but the tips of her hair which followed the fame rhythm.
She seemed to stop, clearly unsure of what direction she wanted to go; even if the look of confusion, disappointment and yet determination all sat on her perfect face. Slender fists falling to rest on her full hips, as her dark honey-browns scanned the slow moving crowed once again only to spot him. As they always did. She always did. He wasn't one to hide, though as always his book was covering most his face as he leaned against a large tree with one arm across his chest to prop the other one up.
That perfect pout resting on her face and easily pulling at his heart strings as it normally did; his own smirk - hidden beneath his mask; growing with teasing pleasure as she made a bee-line to him. The movement of her body ever so slightly taunting him as he continued to watch her approach from over his book, only to quickly return his stirring attention to it when she had become close enough to detect his gaze.
This is what he enjoyed. The tease, the chase, the game they had set up so long ago that it was now more of a ritual then anything else. His heart beat picked up each time their eyes made contact, his own deep mysterious ones connecting with her lighter and more lively ones. It always seemed like a mutual agreement, as if she indeed knew of his coy ploy with his 'un-tasteful' books and just humored him with the teasing looks and gestures. - Yes, everything was near perfect in his world. Though there was indeed one more thing, to actually pursue her in ways she seemed to want him to. In ways he wanted to so desperately, though couldn't think up of one logical reason not to.