"I don't think its deep enough to drown in, if that's what you're thinking about."

"Hu?" Ian snapped his head up, his eyes wide at the sudden sound of another voice. For a moment he lost his balance and almost toppled into the water below.

"Whoa, cowboy!" A hand shot out, latching onto his arm and pulled him back.
Ian jumped down from the railing, he misjudged his timing and stumbled back, falling painfully and embarrassingly on his backside with a loud smack. He remained where he was, too stunned that someone had snuck up on him, and even more at a loss that he fallen on his butt. In front of him stood a slender young girl. Her dark hair was slightly tousled and she had stuck her hands into the leather coat she wore.

"You need a hand up?" She grinned down at him, arching her brows in question, then offered him a hand.

"Uhh..." He stuttered for a moment then took the hand offered him. With a bit of struggling he got to his feet, still blinking and not saying a word. And whenever their eyes meet he would blush and look down at his feet.
"Hey, bright eyes, you got a name?" She grinned at his shyness and lowered her head, trying to look him in the eyes, but every time she got contact he would look away quickly.

"Nottingham, Ian Nottingham..." Instinctively he clasp his hands behind him and lowered his head.
The girl frowned and shook her head. "Hey Nottingham, this isn't the army, you can look at me when we talk... What were you doing on the railing at this time of night anyway?" She moved away, sensing his discomfort and leaned against said railing, looking down at the water. A soft chuckle came from her, her dad would have a fit if he knew she was out, and taking with some guy that looked like he was 'headed for a life of crime!' She glanced at him quickly, he was still standing the same way, but his head was titled to the side and he was looking at her. He was dressed in all black, even his hands where clad in soft leather gloves. He wasn't homeless looking by any means, on the contrary all his clothing looked to be of the highest quality. 'Hot bod too...' Sara frowned, shaking her head slightly at her last though.

"One could ask you the same question, My lady..." He looked down when her eyes meet his, but he forced himself to look up again.

She laughed when he spoke, but stopped herself, she didn't want to offend him. He seemed very nice, and had the softest voice she had ever heard. "My lady? Where were you raised?" With a shrug she looked at him again, "Out, like you, getting away from home. Dad would kill me if he knew I was out..."

"Then I suggest never going out again!" Concern flashed his eyes and he took a step closer to her a sudden and unexplainable surge of protectiveness flaring up in him
Laughter came from the young woman, "He wouldn't really kill me!"

Ian blinked. "Oh..." 'Stupid! She hadn't meant literally not everyone has Irons has a... father...' He frowned at his thought, his jaw working back and fourth.

"Something wrong?" Ian looked upset, his eyes were hard and his jaw muscles were tensed. She frowned softly, reaching out to tap him on the shoulder.

He jumped at the touch and blinked rapidly, clearing his mind of the thoughts that troubled him. With a sigh he smiled at the auburn haired girl. "No, nothing that any other teenager does not have a problem with." He moved around to the other side of her, looking out to the field. He felt odd, yet comfortable around her, as if he'd known her all his life.

"Call me Pezz, most my friends do." She held a hand out to him, smiling warmly.
His head tilted to the side again, but he took a hold of her hand, bringing to his lips for a chaste formal kiss, before bowing his head slightly.

Pezz couldn't help but laugh this time. Here they were in the middle of the night, on the school's property and he was acting as if they were attendending the most formal of balls. "Okay, Gallahad..." She laughed again as he frowned at her comment. "Oh, hey its getting pretty cold out, you want to go get a cup of coffee? I know this wonderful little cafe that's open 24 hours a day."
Ian watched her as she began walking as she spoke. He really should be getting back to the manor...