 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Normally, no one would find Damien zoning out with a book. But there was always a first for everything. The sound of feet didn't phase him until he heard a perky voice saying hi.
To him?
He looked up and indeed someone was actually saying hello to him. He cleared his throat and closed the book that laid in his lap. "Oh, um ... hi," he stuttered.
He clasped his hands together, letting them drop between his knees, looking up at his company. "You seem very excited about something," he added. |