She blinked once, then smiled.
She walked over quietly and slipped into the chair beside him, her dress folding gracefully around her as she sat. The morning sun coming through the tall windows caught on the soft yellow of her dress, making her look even more golden and warm.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" Alina said brightly, her smile wide and full of affection.
Lucien turned to look at her and for a second, he just stared.
His big eyes blinked once. Then again. A faint pink spread across his cheeks like someone had dabbed watercolor on them with a tiny brush.
"Good morning… Teacher," he mumbled shyly, his voice soft like a whisper tucked into his collar.
He quickly looked back down at the table, pretending to stir his spoon but not before sneaking one more glance at her from the corner of his eye.
Lucien thought, she looked like something out of a storybook.
