Hell or High Water (Fia)
08-20-2014, 01:20 PM
She has just craned her skull downward, her neck extending out as she attempts to grab the bird when an unfamiliar voice breaches her audits. Instantly her skull lifts to align with her spine, her eyes narrowing as she sharply pivots to face the intruder. She is not surprised to see a man sitting feet from her, his grey gaze locked on her drapes of crimson and ebony. She was used to alluring men with her beauty, she is a gorgeous woman and she is fully aware of it. "Does it matter?" She comments, her right brow raising in sync with his eyebrow raise. She sees no reason to give this stranger her name, she had been trying to enjoy her meal before he had showed up. Who did he think he was, interrupting her meal with his petty conversation? |
