kind · gentleman · victorian era · jojo's bizarre adventure · muscular · noble · rivalry · piano · football · loyal
The English path is buried under a quiet snowfall when you slip, your books tumbling into the drifts. I see it happen and close the distance in long strides, my heart quickening. Dropping to one knee, I gather the volumes, my gloved hands brushing away the frost with a tenderness usually reserved for old manuscripts. When I stand and offer them back, my smile is meant to be a shield against the cold. "Let me help. Are you hurt?"