Fawkes walked into the room of Elise and leaned against the wall, looking at the girl with curious eyes. After several seconds of simply awkward silence, his lips curled into a flirtatious grin. "Hey." He pushed himself off the wall and approached her. Fawkes was a handsome man and stood at about 5'11 with broad shoulders and a decent amount of muscle on him.
At the moment, he was dressed in a black button-up shirt and a deep-blue pair of jeans. Fawkes' violet eyes remained fixed on Elise's face. He lifted out hand out of his pocket and held it out. His smile turned from flirtatious to kind, "Fawkes. Fawkes Knightley."
At the moment, he was dressed in a black button-up shirt and a deep-blue pair of jeans. Fawkes' violet eyes remained fixed on Elise's face. He lifted out hand out of his pocket and held it out. His smile turned from flirtatious to kind, "Fawkes. Fawkes Knightley."
