The charming vixen

Gazing at the 168 cm tall lady walking beside him, a tiny wisp of interest began to glow within Derek's eyes, she had an interesting character. Eva turned and saw Derek chuckling, it was breathtaking, this firmed up her idea to make Derek a model.

She had noticed he wasn't the type to talk much or maybe he was the cold type, the latter seemed more viable, but since he wasn't rude she could walk her way around his inner wall and convince him to be a model. 

"You should smile more," Eva muttered with curled lips. 

Derek glanced at her with raised brows, it wasn't like he could force himself to smile besides he didn't see himself as the frowning type.

"When you don't smile your expression is like…" Eva began making imitations making Derek's eyes twitch.