Come to think of it,that had been the pattern from the start.It was inconvenient that she didn't resemble Chauncey's long-lost descendant; know her would have brought him significantly more enjoyment.
Long legs,but a cautious,reserved stride.Prim features.
Another near smile crept to his mouth.He was seized by the urge to put a crack in her.To make her carefully constructed world topple.
“Maybe next time go with a text,” the redhead suggested.“„Hey,Luke,here are my digits.' Works for the rest of the population.”