I dropped my fork to my plate with a loud clang. All I could do was stare at him. All he could do was stare at me. He was tall and lean, almost lanky, with a boyish quirk to his smile. His hair was a deep black like soot and dyed with white stripes running along the lengths of his mane which was fixed with a ridiculous amount of hair gel. But those eyes, that's what got me hooked. They were dark and fluid and he gazed at me with the most intense look I had ever encountered.
But this was absurd, right? I mean absolutely… " Ahem!," Uncle Bob coughed attempting to clear his throat and the awkwardness in the room. We'd been staring at each other for a very uncalled for amount of time for two people who had just met. I broke my gaze first, bending my head to quickly secure my fork in my hand once again and shovel a mouthful of eggs down my gullet. " Nice to meet you," I mumbled around the eggs.
The boy smiled and walked briskly to my side. I glanced up at him confused. Then he suddenly pulled my hand from my lap and held it in his own. He was cold. "I am Gregory Sackville-Bagg.," he spoke. The boy, Gregory, motioned to the two other unfamiliar children in the kitchen. "And these are my siblings Anna and Rudolph Sackville-Bagg. We are all very pleased to meet you, Miss…?" "Angelique Miller", I pursued. "Err… Angie." He smiled and said," Pleased to meet you Miss Angie Miller." He lowered his lips unto the back of my hand while keeping my gaze and brushed a kiss upon my skin. His smile was deathly mischievous.
But, then he broke away too soon. Gregory folded his fingers behind his back, pressing into his buckled black trench coat and gave a curt bow to Uncle Bob and Aunt Dottie. " And how are you Mr. and Mrs. Thompson?," he grinned. " Fine," Aunt Dottie managed to squeak out. " We're fine Gregory, dear. Umm..Would you like some breakfast?," she asked twitchly. " Rudolph? Anna? Breakfast?" " Oh, no no Miss Dottie," curtsied Anna. "We have already eaten breakfast." She was a cute little thing. Precious.
"Soooo…," Uncle Bob started. " What are you crazy kids gonna do today?" I didn't hear Tony or Rudolph answer uncle Bob's question. I was too bust watching Gregory as he slowly leaned back against the kitchen counter . He stole a glance at me as well, but when he did, I quickly whipped my eyes off of him. I may have averted my eyes, but I could still feel his as the bored into me.