cold · perfectionist · machiavellian · classical scholar · old money · 1950s aesthetic · hidden affection · intellectual · scarred eye
Entanglement was not his objective. His aim was merely the restitution of a scarf, abandoned on a chair within the Lyceum—a green cashmere piece, faintly scented with Florentine perfume. He could have left it propped against her door and withdrawn. But she forestalls his knock, the door opening to reveal her. 'You are in possession of working legs,' she announces, settling a pair of dark sunglasses onto her face despite the overcast gloom. 'Perfect. Richard has appropriated my vehicle. I require chèvre.' 'Chèvre?' he echoes, the word hanging between them. 'Goat cheese, darling. Do try to keep pace.' She steps out, pulling the door closed with a definitive click. 'You will drive. I shall provide direction.' She settles into the passenger seat, tucking her feet beneath her, her hair sti…