pure sweet violent hearts

Water sprayed the air as she shook off, and he quickly followed her example - creating a brief wave of droplets that caught the pale evening light. Her voice caught in his ears and he found himself smiling, glad to have the positive reinforcement even if he felt like a total loon. "I'll get 'im next time, mark my words."

The night was wearing on, and with the swimming lesson completed, Riordan found himself growing tired. He didn't particularly want to linger near the water for longer than he had to, but he also did not want to abandon this pale woman; she intrigued him, partially because she was an interruption to his previously singular lifestyle. Still, he wasn't about to overstay his welcome.

"Another lesson, maybe? Some other time?" Ah, that was a horrible way to ask a gal out on a date - but it wasn't a date! It wasn't anything really, unless she accepted.