"What?" Clove finally asked, looking up from her book. Even though she was reading she could still feel Cato's intense gaze on her face.
"Nothing." he said, quickly looking away. Clove just shrugged it off and continued reading but a few moments later she felt him looking at her again.
"Cato?" she asked, without removing her dark eyes from the text in front of her. "Is something on my face bothering you?" she finished, looking up at him.
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me?" she asked.
"No reason." She didn't buy it. Cato never did anything without a legit reason. Ever.
"I don't believe you, so just tell me." she said, closing her book and putting it down beside her. He sighed, rolling his bright blue eyes. He knew she was stubborn enough to not let this go easily. No point in arguing then. But it was so stupid.
"Fine but if you promise not to laugh." he felt incredibly silly. Clove narrowed her eyes.
"Okay." she said slowly.
"I was…" he paused and she raised her eyebrows. "… counting your freckles."
Hearing that Clove forgot all about the promise she had made only a few seconds ago and burst out laughing.
"You… you were what?"
Cato just looked at her angrily.
"Some promise you made, Clove!"
"I'm really sorry, Cato." she managed to say, still laughing. Seeing he was mad, she stopped.
"Oh, come on, Cato, don't be mad at me." she said smiling. He didn't want to give in but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, turning slightly upward. When she saw him smile, she grabbed her book and opened it again satisfied.
"So how many?" she asked a few minutes later.
"What?" he looked at her.
"Freckles." she explained. "How many freckles do I have on my face?"
"Well, you made me lose count." he answered in mock anger. "Now I have to start all over again." he touched her cheek with his index finger. "Let's see. One… two… three…"