Bramblepoint my sweet torment

It didn't take long for the boy to notice her. He had pretty eyes and a friendly face, but Ana could only stare when he turned and greeted her. Her clicking intensified, and she took a step back as he stepped forward.

She didn't know him. Not him, not the scent he wore. Ana tried to speak but found herself tongue-tied. The only sound she could make was those endless clicks, faster by the second.