Jack couldn't help the way he smiled brightly when the woman paid him a compliment. He found her stunning, with piercing eyes and cutting cheekbones, and though he knew he wasn't unattractive, he still felt a thrill at her words. "Nor could you, I think. Although, I will still not ask you for a dance. Too risky, on my part. Per'aps instead a drink? I am," he paused, trying to find words that would not make him sound too eager, "intrigued by you, madamoiselle."
Jack held out his arm to her, hoping she would take it, hoping she wouldn't rebuff his advances. He was rarely this drawn towards any woman, especially one who seemed so close to him in age. She had stories to tell, Jack thought, and he wanted to hear them all.
Jack held out his arm to her, hoping she would take it, hoping she wouldn't rebuff his advances. He was rarely this drawn towards any woman, especially one who seemed so close to him in age. She had stories to tell, Jack thought, and he wanted to hear them all.