As she stood there, something gnawed at her - she didn't like the way he looked at her, and she took another involuntary step back, moving the parcels in her hands to in front of her. Her previous assumptions about his time amongst society seemed to be even more solidified.

As she searched his expression Ro realized why she felt more unsettled than anything. Usually, when he regarded her it was with mild disdain, the way a student or pupil would regard a teacher. With a mild loathing and resentment. Perhaps it was Rowan misremembering, determined to hold him in the same light that she held everyone else in the upper crust: shallow, materialistic, and condescending.

"How indeed," she responded vaguely, shifting her weight as another gust of wind blew around them from the nearby restaurant. "I suppose that's most of what I did, wasn't it?" She hadn't meant to concede, yet the sentence rolled off her tongue as quick as a shot before she could stop it.

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