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Leon quickly strode away from the area he found her in.
His face twitched and a fist came up to cover his mouth. His ever vigilant eyes looked around the new area, analyzing and assessing the distance of the people around.
Still too many.
He moved further away and then finally, finally, the area was devoid of others. A rumbling sound escaped him, turning into chuckles. Her face had been worth it to see as she declared her drink's flavor, thinking that she had one upped him for once.
His chuckles grew deeper as he shook his head.
How you must be congratulating yourself on your victory.
At that, he laughed-an action that was so foreign for him to experience that it almost bewildered him, especially when he found that he could not stop. But continue he did as he saw her face in his head and her voice telling him what it was.
"Vanilla bean," he laughed out.
He had noticed that she acted as he had hoped she would. Instead of going with the coconut scent, she went with the vanilla. Day after day, she came to the backstage smelling of it, making it that much harder for him to keep the smirk off of his face.
And then she had to go and get a drink of it too...
"You don't even realize what you're doing," his head shook as he smirked.
How he'd love to just tell her that she had fallen for his trap. But it was much too soon to do that. He rather liked smelling that fragrance; he could tell which room she had been in by the scent of vanilla and if she had walked down a specific corridor recently.
If he told her now, she definitely wouldn't use that scent again.
I'm not ready to let that go just yet.
He let out one last laugh and then calmed himself down. His face was its impassive mask, not a trace of his earlier amusement to be seen except for one area. Under the sun, his cloudy grey eyes glinted.
He was extremely pleased that she accepted his challenge.
The gleam of determination made her eyes look better.
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