<span style="color: #BF00BF">A voice she could only assume was Frank's sounded out, echoing through yard as her grip became a bit more white-knuckled. Goosebumps had taken hold of her, despite the heat she was currently feeling. Clammy hands started sliding a bit more on the handle as she waited with bated breath.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He's a horrible liar...</span> Lily thought, listening to his performance. Had he been on the island she'd come from, he'd have gotten a shot to the arm and would have been immediately carted off to his room. No questions asked. <span style="font-style: italic">Funny how life is so different outside those walls...</span><br/><br/>One thing she would have to get used to was the swearing. Something about the way curses were thrown at each other in the books she read was...kinder than this. To hear it so bluntly was a shock, a shock that had her visibly wincing from her perch. <br/><br/>And then the silence descended. For what seemed like ages, nothing was said, only the steady heavy breathing of Tobias, mingled with passing traffic and the occasional bird chirp could be heard. Sure, the time couldn't have been more than about ten seconds, but, within that ten seconds, time felt like it were at a standstill. Only when Frank's confirmation of Tobias's words came out did she let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes peeled open, looking around for the familiar form as he passed by her.<br/><br/>Climbing down as quietly as she could, she tried to match his steps, his stride, which was a damn hard feat considering his strides were about three times larger than her own. The pace was short-lived as he pressed his back to the wall, leaning forward. Stopping short of him, she turned around, taking quick stock of her surroundings before her focus roved back around onto him. His strained smile was met with a concerned gaze, but she didn't say anything of his worn demeanor. Even as he stood straight, she had to drop her head back to look at him, a gloved hand reaching up to block the sun from her face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pizza...</span> she thought. <span style="font-style: italic">What the heck is that?</span> Wracking her brain, she tried to think of a story, something where pizza was talked about or described. Letting out a quiet laugh, along with yet another awkward smile, she nodded. "Pizza sounds good," came her muffled reply as she continued to work over what pizza was. <span style="font-style: italic">Can't be too bad...The name doesn't sound all that disgusting.</span><br/><br/>It was then that she really wished she'd gotten more into the modern literature than she had. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Wuthering Heights</span></span> and <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Sense and Sensibility</span></span> weren't exactly the best authorities on the world she now found herself. While she'd read a few modern romance novels, they didn't compare to her favorites, so they tended to sit forgotten on her bookshelves until she ran out of others to read.<br/><br/>Reaching up to wipe a bit of sweat from her nose subconsciously, her eyes dipped down to the opening in his jumper, before rising back to his face hastily. The slight blush appeared on her face as she saw the slightly dampened beater clinging to the definition of his chest as she tried to focus elsewhere. Pointedly looking away to focus on the ground at her feet, she scuffed her foot, another drip of sweat finding its way off her nose, this time falling to the ground before she dared look up again, curious.</span>