Welcome to PAD's first drabble.
Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight entitlements.
I just want the privilege of posting one hundred words at a time.
3.
There is something about him.
It nags, digs, and claws its way from my unconscious to my awareness.
He doesn't belong.
I sense this in my humanity.
He comes off as arrogant, but he is not.
He's … confident, not cocky as his profession's stereotype may dictate.
He has a saunter, not a swagger.
He throws no body English into his movements.
He is graceful, almost careful, and quite methodical.
His actions aren't unknowing; he thinks about everything.
It's all in the minutia of the details.
I could measure his work and find the difference in millimeters.
He's so precise…
A/N:
Who are these two?
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