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The smile that adorned her countenance was bright and soft at the same time – her adopted father had called it ‘magic’ and she intended on preserving it, for what it was worth. Esmeralda matched his pace as they both walked down the street ( on the sidewalk, of course ), a sort of youthful bounce in her step. There was nothing more she liked than making friends, and this was the perfect opportunity to do just that.

“I’m Esmeralda Seaton,” she replied, turning to him. It was then she realized he hadn’t said his full name, so she turned down the formalities a tad — sometimes, she forgot it was the 21st century. “But everyone calls me Essie.”

      “Essie…”      he repeated, eyebrows quirking upwards in curiosity.      “Sounds pretty unique. I like it!”       A nod, turning to her to meet her gaze briefly before averting his eyes back to the front.         “Thank you again for this, by the way.”  he grinned, sheepishly, unable to believe that she’s going through all this trouble just for him. 

      “I can be a little…”       he purses his lips, mouth quirking to the left a bit as his brows furrow.      “pathetic sometimes, maybe, so uh… this is very sweet of you.”   he reaches over and pats her shoulder, beaming now.      “So are you gonna show me there and leave or are you gonna sit down with me?” 

(Source: inzaynityy)