A chill raced up her spine, her face expressionless, as her eyes became sad violet pools. She closed her eyes, hiding her emotion. She began envisioning how his parents must have been like. She was sure they were nice and well mannered. People that carried every burden with them and made it seem like it made them a better person.<br/><br/>His father made Rin think of a man with brilliant ideas, a man who put his family first before his own needs. His mother seemed to her that she was widely outspoken, with a unique vision of the world, and a solid knack for gardening. Of course they were just assumptions, but she pictured them perfect regardless.<br/><br/>She listened to the music, her foot tapping a little. She opened her eyes, and looked at him. Smiling a little. She wasn't sure what to write about for her Shakespearian tragedy. Though she knew inspiration would come sometime. A small dog jumped on her lap, and she smiled at the wiry dog. She laughed a little.<br/>"I don't mind, I think she's adorable."<br/>She smiles looking at him, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he worked.