It's all in the eyes, huh? He repeated it over and over in his head, unintentionally, but all the same. He looked at her as she had been looking at him, searching her eyes with his own. If the proverbial 'it' was all in the eyes, then what was in hers? False bravado, a little bit of insecurity, a keen sense of awareness, and something he just couldn't place.<span style="font-style: italic">I see you, Emmeline.</span>He saw her, but had she seen him then? He didn't think too much on that.<br/><br/>Ian watched Emmeline tug at the edges of her dress, frowning as she attempted to pull the fabric down further. That was a lot of self-consciousness for someone who had seemed so confident just a moment ago. "I don't know what 'relatable' looks like, but you look fine," he assured her.<br/><br/>Dorsey made some manner of noise as she found a packet of papers, and Ian's soul died a little bit at the sight of her handing out partnered assignments. Boy and girl get awkwardly paired together, have to recite a play that inevitably requires a kiss scene, then miraculously fall in love. Except this time the boy kills people and the girl sells her body and likely neither of them capable of falling in love. Eventually the professor came around to them, handed them a packet and told them to pick a scene. It was a scene from a local play, which would be delightful if he wasn't the one having to perform it. He preferred watching plays to acting in them.<br/><br/>"Guess I'm meeting your sister."<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what made the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand up: what Emmeline had said or how her breath washed over his skin. Either way, he wasn't sure he liked the feeling. "How about your place? Is it free?" he suggested, flipping through the pages of the packet.