Arlette finished yet another picture of Connor. She couldn't keep him out of her mind even if she tried. The girl had her cheek rested upon her fist as she stared at the picture, this time Arlette decided to picture out what he'd look like smiling...my he'd be so handsome. With her lower lip curled inside her mouth, Arlette ripped the sheet out of the note book to place it amongst the others resting on her shelf, before sighing deeply. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, Arlette had her windows open to let the warm breeze enter her bedroom.

It was one of those days that Arlette decided to stay home, wear a comfortable dress and stay barefeet for the rest of the evening. Adrik hasn't showed up that day, which was pretty odd, considering that he liked to sleep on her bed when the weather was warm. "He's probably hunting." she said to herself, opening the wooden box of soft pastels that she had bought just a few days ago. Arlette stood up, grabbing the chair from her desk and dragging it across the floor to the window.

"Perfect."

With that being said, Arlette sat down on the said chair, the blank note book resting against the window sill as the box of soft pastels laid on her lap. Picking a light blue pastel and looking at the horizon, she started to draw. Every little detail, every little spot was in the drawing. Arlette was a perfeccionist when it came to her art, if something was out of place she'd be upset and want to start all over again.

While Arlette was entertained by her quiet moment, she couldn't see the shadowy figure hiding into the large pine next to the large window. Connor was crouched againg the trunk, watching her little movements with curiosity. Why did this girl aflicted him so? She was so...different...the fact that he was watching her from a tree seemed overall creepy for some.

But he was just analyzing.

Yes,analyzing.

By the time Arlette had finished her drawing, the sun was setting and a plump woman peeked her head on the girl's door to announce that the dinner was being served. Connor felt a little upset by the fact that Arlette left her place by the window, but quickly shook that feeling off. It was nothing special. She was nothing special. She was just a girl he met a few days ago, only that. They weren't even friends!He shouldn't care!That's why he left back to the camp were the troops were located.

George Washington rose an eyebrow as Connor appeared on his barrack, hands by his sides and mouth in a thin line "Are you alright Connor?"

"Do you know the Cunningham family?"

The older man stopped writing on his book and scrunched his eyebrows "I believe so..." he paused "If you are talking about Arthur Cunningham then yes, yes I know them." he had crossed his legs by the knee while interlacing his fingers "Is there a problem with them?"

"What can you tell me about his daughter?"

"Oh,Arlette?" George smiled "Oh,she's a young artist. She's very sweet and polite...and quite tiny, if I remember correctly. The last time I saw her she was about...thirteen I believe." his blue eyes moved to the young Mohawk "But why the sudden interest?"

Connor froze, adverting his gaze to the side before walking out. George blinked confusedly, but he knew Connor wasn't a talkative man, so he wasn't going to worry about it. Connor was about to sit down with the men, with a quiet 'meow' made the his gaze advert to the side. Adrik was there, tail flicking while his yellow irises stared at Connor's soul "Oh, it's you."

The cat seemed pleased that the Assassin remembered him, carefully approaching the said man. Even if Connor preferred dogs, he had nothing against cats, as long they didn't hurt him or anyone else. Adrik rubbed himself on Connor's leg, purring lightly in delight before sitting in front of the Mohawk.

"What?"

Adrik purred again, closing his eyes with a feline smile on his snout. That cat was strange, really strange. However, he wasn't going to faze Connor by his weird antics "You should go back, your owner must be worried about you." the cat remained there, with the same look upon his face, but only this time he was moving his slim tail around himself lightly. Connor groaned, running a hand over his face "You want me to take you back don't you?"

Was it him, or the cat's smile seemed to grow?

Arlette run the pearl brush against her dark red locks, humming quietly while looking at her reflection on the vanity mirror. She wasn't bad looking...right? Arlette analised her features: she had a round face with plump cheeks, her eyes were almond shaped with blue irises, her lips were pinkish...somewhat. And she had freckles. Arlette couldn't say that she wasn't pretty, but somehow, men didn't seemed to want ot be near her.

The girl stood up from the vanity, hands folded in front of her lap while a tight line was placed upon her lips. That was no time for that, she needed to sleep. Arlette's bed was right next to the window, but with her back turned towards it, she could not see Connor silently entering with Adrik on his arm.

Adrik purred,leaping out of the Mohawk's arms onto the floor. Connor moved his gaze towards Arlette's sleeping form, covered by a thick red quilt that matched the equally red hair that was sprawled across the pillows. Why did that girl affected him so much? It was like he wanted to be near her. Connor's quiet footsteps moved towards the sketch book resting upon her desk. There was the drawing he saw Arlette doing earlier this morning, he had to admit that she was incredibly talented. A few sheets of paper were coming out of the sketch book, he quickly managed to snatch it up before it fell onto the ground.

Those were his pictures.

With eyebrows scrunched and mouth closed, Connor lowered the sketch book to take a look on the several drawings she had made of him. Many of them were portraits of his face, which were very detailed. His gaze focused on one she had made of him smiling, by God, it was so long since he smiled like that, yet she captured how it'd be, even if she didn't knew him much. The young woman moaned on her sleep, making Connor's head snap towards the bed only to see Arlette rolling on her stomach, hugging the pillow closely.

"That's why you brought me here,right?" Connor asked the black cat, who nodded his head once before leaping onto the bed with Arlette, sliding his head below her arm to wake her up "Hm?" her eyes fluttered open, only to be closed again before her quiet voice appeared "Adrik?I was so worried about you..." she smiled sleepily, sitting on the bed and unaware of the presence in her room. Adrik purred in delight, moving his head to where Connor was, making Arlette look over as well.

The bright red blush on her face and the way her eyes widened made her look adorable "C-Connor!" she quickly covered her chest with the sheets "What are you-h-how did you get in? I-I locked the window!" it's not that his presence wasn't welcome...but she wished the vist when the attire of her choice wasn't her camisole! But what made her panic was the fact that Connor was holding the drawings she had made of him! Now he'd think she's weird and would never want to talk to her again.

"You drew this?"

Her throat seemed to have something stuck in it, making her mute. Arlette nodded quietly, watching as Connor flipped through the several sheets "I know they aren't that good." her voice appeared suddenly, making his eyes snap at her "I am sorry,I can throw them away if you want." the girl was with her hands on her lap as Connor looked over at her with a small frown "No,don't do that."

"Why?"

"Because I like them."

Arlette's eyebrows rose "You do?Really?" she couldn't help but be surprised, she thought that Connor would find that disrespectful towards him somehow. Swinging her legs over the bed so her little feet could touch the floor, Arlette slowly walked to him- now completely forgotten that she was wearing a simple white camisole- "You can keep them if you want." Connor shook his head at that, looking at the drawings longingly "No, that would not be a good idea." he placed the drawings back onto her desk, cleaning his throat "You should go back to bed."

"I won't be able to sleep." she explained, sitting on the edge of the bed with a small shy smile "Can you talk to me?" his eyebrow rose in questioning, and even thought Arlette couldn't see, she felt his confusion "It's just...once I wake up,I need to talk with someone. Sometimes this someone is Sophie." she giggled, picking Adrik up to her lap "But she's afraid of Adrik."

"I wouldn't blame her."

Her eyes moved to him while smiling, a red line colored her cheeks while playing with the cat. Adrik stared at Connor, yellow eyes shining brightly in the dark room. The Assassin noticed that he was in the bottom line, he didn't really had a choice. Picking the chair from her desk up, Connor walked closer to the bed before sitting down "What do you want to know?"

Arlette pursed her lips and shrugged "I don't know. Everything?" she pressed her chin on Adrik's head, looking at Connor expectantly. Why did he thought that she looked so cute?

Well, it was true.

Connor paused, placing his elbows on his thighs as he pondered about her request "Everything?" she nodded "It's a long story." Arlette smiled, scooting closer towards him with a special glint. She seemed like a young child who was ready to hear her grandparent's stories. Connor licked his lips before he could start his speech "My father, was a British man, my mother was a mohawk. I don't remember him much, but, mother always said that he wanted the best for us." his hands were clasped together, he took a deep breath before continuing "He wanted to take us with him back to England, but...he was killed before he could do so."

"Oh,I'm sorry." Arlette said sincerely, looking down at her lap before biting her lip. The redhead moved closer to Connor, noticing how tense he had gotten "You don't need to continue, you know?I don't want to force you into anything." Connor was thankful of that, and gave Arlette a small quick nod in apreciation. The Mohawk Assassin then let his hands dangle free "Thank you Arlette." the girl blushed a bright shade of pink, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before giggling "You're welcome."

The way she kept biting her lower lip constantly turned it into a light shade of red, making it look like a small, plump cherry...he had this urge to just bite it and-

"Miss Arlette?Are you okay?"

Both of them stood up suddenly, Connor walking backwards towards the window "Yes,I'm fine Sophie...I-I just want a glass of water.' she walked towards the window as the plump maid smiled in relief behind the door and rushed to give the girl what she wanted. Arlette looked out the window to see Connor holding on the ledge "I'm sorry you had to stay and tell me about your life."

Connor fought back a smile while shadowing his eyes with the hood "It was not bad.I thinhk I needed someone to talk to." that made Arlette smile brightly, that smile made his heart bump a tid bit faster "Well,I'm always here." she whispered, placing her hands on the window sill to look at him better "Good night Connor."

"Good night Arlette."

With that he jumped off the ledge onto the ground, running towards the small grove in the Cunningham's Estates. Arlette smiled sweetly, closing the window and sitting on the bed, letting Adrik curl by her side "Adrik..." the cat's head rose, purring as Arlette caressed his throat "I think I'm in love."

Aw, isn't this lovely? She's in love!

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