<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Ophellia smiled warmly at her brother as she tucked the sheet of paper into her notebook then into her tote bag. "Shall we go off campus at that little cafe...what was it called?" She whispered, placing the tip of her finger upon her lips and glancing up at the ceiling in thought. "Black...Sheep?" She said in a hesitated tone then nodded swiftly. "Yes, that's what it is called. They make really amazing sandwiches, mother and father would love their tea." She told him knowing that Orion did not like much accept for their mother's cooking, she did rival Shea's father when they were younger and during thanksgiving.  When Shea spoke up, Ophellia found herself jump then turn her soft violet eyes towards Shea and paused for a moment almost in a trace as if the world vanished before her very eyes and all there was, was this guy. Her mother had described something like this when she was telling sappy stories about how she met father when she was eighteen and her father was twenty-eight but that did not stop her oh no, she knew their story so well and from this it felt almost the same. She, Orion, and Shea went way back when they were younger and she never imaged him to look and sound like how he was now and time seem to start up again when her brother's sentence invaded her mind and she found herself looking up at him. "Now that you mention it..." She whispered she'd think back and shake her head. "No...he feels different...I can't quite put my finger on it." She told him then glanced back at Shea and waved slightly, hoping her brother would catch her thought on. '<em>When did he get to be so handsome?</em>' because she had that faint smile upon her face to show she wasn't interested in beautiful things like her mother but Orion knew better. </span>