Counting Steps (Continued)
Theodore's blue eyes stared at her secretively from beneath an unruly lock of dark blonde hair that flopped hopelessly over his forehead.
She was a petite creature. Her jet black hair was braided messily and swung gently on the right side of her neck, wild hairs jutting out to tickle her skin. She clutched textbooks to her chest with a content smile on her lips. Theodore quickly looked back down at the sidewalk.
Evangeline struggled to keep up through the throngs of people that sidestepped around the striding boy. She offered apologies to the disgruntled morning foot traffickers for the inconvenience of having to take one step to the left or right in order to avoid being run into headlong by the focused teenager.
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