Elenea's green eyes met that of Vayne's. She read him like an open book—emotions upfront and honest.
"Vayne," Elenea started, "can you tell me what you like about me?"
Vayne stared at the blond-haired girl through his spectacles.
What does he like about Elenea?
"Elenea," Vayne parted his lips, "you're… simply any guy could want, Elenea. You're smart, beautiful, kind… what else could be the reason?"
Vayne was blushing, and as he was saying these things, his eyes were averted, as if he was thinking of her. Thinking of the moments she would eagerly take notes, when she helped others at need…
Vayne didn't realize that his mind already drifted elsewhere.
Elenea held Vayne's hands, "Vayne. I really appreciate your feelings, but… I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Take advantage of me?" Vayne shook his head. "you're not taking advantage of me, Elenea."