Of course Ian wasn't worried. Not even a little bit.
After all, the only person who usually saw him reading was Amy, and she most certainly was in no position to judge, with her ratty hair and absolutely dreadful clothes.
But then again, he never quite knew what to expect with Amy Cahill. As both a Cahill and a clue-hunter, she should be well-acquainted with the cynicism associated with the search for the thirty-nine clues, not to mention full of resentment toward him and his family for all that they had done. Yet she still saved his life, and clearly had no expectations of gaining anything from it. She and her brother were now had more than enough wealth to buy themselves proper wardrobes, but instead she used it to hold gatherings and training sessions for Cahills of all branches. She was an odd one, Amy.
Could she think less of him for wearing the silly things, despite her own utter lack of anything that even came close to being called style?
There was only one way to find out.
He went into the reading room, and nearly hesitated when he saw Amy reading by herself in the tiny alcove by the window. Nearly.
When she didn't look up from her book - some tattered old thing, what was she thinking? - he gave a small cough. She jumped out of her seat.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you come in…" Amy trailed off, having finally looked at him. She stared, a blush creeping across her cheeks. That was a good sign, Ian reminded himself. Usually when girls blushed in his presence, it meant that they liked what they saw.
"What do you think?" he asked, holding back a smirk. Amy got up and walked toward him, leaving the book behind her.
"You look good," she admitted, her voice soft. "Did you get those to help with your reading?"
"I don't need help," Ian denied. "I just thought they might be useful. The view from over your shoulder is not the best."
Amy smiled at him as she took his hand. "Well, I like them. Come on, let's go test them out."
Of course he had known getting the glasses was a good idea. And as Amy nestled beside him in that wonderfully small alcove, he began to think that it just might be one of his best ones yet.
Quote of the Day: "Evil Queen: When Snow is dead, then they will see my kindness.
Rumpelstiltskin: Through the charred remains of their homes. Yes, I'm sure that will be perfectly clear.
- "The Evil Queen," Once Upon a Time