AN: I'm so excited that people are liking this story so far! :D
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For the last few days, she made sure that the only scent she had was vanilla.
Before, she'd try not to run into the Pegasus of the Stage for fear of her temper getting the better of her. Now though...not so much. As of late, she seemed to be noticing him around a lot more frequently.
Or maybe she was just more aware of him.
Under the shade of a tree, she took a sip of her milk shake as she lounged on the grass, enjoying the short break.
A while back she noticed that Leon tended to walk through this part of the property during their breaks. On occasion she liked to come over here as well, but when she had found him in the area that one time she promptly left and found another place to roost in.
She missed this piece of greenery; it was about time she returned to it.
Idly, she tapped her feet together as her back rested along the trunk of the tree. She hummed some little tune as she watched two squirrels bickering in the tree across from her.
"Enjoying yourself?"
She yelped around her straw as his voice sounded very close to her. Her hands fumbled with her drink and managed to keep it from falling onto the grass. Her head darted to the side and found Leon casually leaning on the side of the tree.
"I was," she bit out. His amused face made her a little irritated.
He didn't come from the main path.
He must have seen her from afar and taken an alternate route. Her eyes looked past him as she took in the area he must have come through. There were wood chips and dirt before the grassy area.
Did he tiptoe over here or something? I didn't even hear his approach!
She stiffened in place as he leaned over her. His long hair slid over his shoulder to lightly tickle her arm. Said arm flinched at the cool touch, but she pretended it didn't happen. His head went to the side in order to peer at the contents of her drink.
"White chocolate?"
With a bit of a smug tone, she corrected, "Vanilla bean."
She had only registered a flash of something in his grey eyes before he abruptly straightened up. His face was impassive as he flicked his hair over his shoulder-a move that could be seen as feminine, but when he did it, it strangely did not seem so-and then he turned away from her.
"Don't come back late," he instructed and then he walked away.
She let out a triumphant smile.
Gotcha.
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