Minty looked up. “H-how could you possibly know that?” She asked with uncharacteristic boldnes. While it was true that she was shy and meek, Minty didn’t think that she was unaware of who she was, or that she was being untrue to some ‘real’ self. She liked peace and comfort. She liked tradition and dogs and posh British things. She liked her books and comfort food.

(She also liked the receive praise and attention and acknowledgment, even if she’d never seek it.)

“It takes knowing a person well to know when they’re not being themselves,” she added more shyly. “What do you suspect I’m hiding, Mr. Selwyn?”