He looked deep in thought once again, just like he had seemed during their lesson earlier that day, as he continued to drive round the roads that  grew quieter the further they travelled, less and less cars whizzing past them. A soft smile rested on her face as she nodded her head at his instruction to forget the probing question she had deflected earlier. It hadn't been out of rudeness, more just out of respect of his and her separate positions and stances at the school, there was no need for either party to risk trouble over a book project. Plus, he wasn't like the other teachers that she had known for aeons, or at least it felt like that to her. He had turned up out of the blue, like a fresh new gust of wind and the only knowledge she had about his was his name, Mr Lincoln. Nothing more.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but smile slightly more as he came round and opened her door, like the perfect gentleman and she slid out of the car as gracefully as she could, using her hands to make sure her short skirt stayed as modest as it could.<br/>Her eyes quickly found the house, it was hard not to. It stood prominent and eye catching against the green of its surrounding. A modern, spacious looking home with a remembrance of older times in the stone and wood of its foundation.<br/><br/>"Definitely a steal..." She murmured, still surprised that even at a bargain, a lowly teacher could afford somewhere like this and she followed him into the house with a curiousity that burned deep inside of her, wondering what other secrets there were trapped in this house.<br/>"Why did you move here? I'm guessing you aren't a local, for one, nobody has ever heard of you..." She said, glancing up at the significantly taller male as she stood in the hallway.