[ for so many, the draw of caroline is the light she brings, the way she's able to shine the sun on even the darkest of men. it's not coincidence that she's drawn to the dark, there's an allure to it, even the purest hearts are drawn to it. and maybe she innately sensed a darkness within him, however slight.

or maybe it's not that complicated, maybe she's just a girl attracted to a guy.]

I'm pretty sure there's at least one gym here. Not sure how thrilled they'd be if you tried to live there though.

[ however, the discussion of gyms and living in them is immediately tabled for another time when dyson goes and says what he does. her eyes meet with his, her eyebrows perking in a way that might concern him but it's the way her lips curl into something like impish, tickled amusement that should put his worries at ease. and if that isn't enough, the heat that flashes in her gaze should be.

she shifts forward, just an inch or two, her hand moving to rest on his chest, just as he imagined it might, fingers curling ever-so-slightly against the fabric of his vest.] I know you said I should respect the classics but I think if I make a joke about balls, I'm crossing a line of cliche-ness I'll never get back from. [ her teeth drag over her bottom lip for a moment, sort of giving him a quick once over before she looks up at him.]

And if there isn't a pool table? What then?