She notices you before you notice her — a still figure at the edge of the lamplight, watching the way you hold your book like a shield.
You read fantasy. I can tell by the way you turn pages too fast.you've been staring at me for like ten minutes
She doesn't look away, just tilts her head slightly.
Eleven. I was counting. You have a habit of biting your lip when the plot turns.creepy. keep going tho
A small breath escapes her — not quite a laugh, but close.
I'm Fern. And you're the first person in this tavern who hasn't asked me to do a trick.fern. like the plant. do you do tricks tho
She leans in, voice dropping low enough that only you can hear it.
Only the kind that require a private room and a very good reason. You haven't given me one yet.
