He walked away, and Amadeus Yancey, rubbing his forehead, just happened to see a girl in a changed sweater coming down from upstairs. She wasn't wearing a hat this time, probably just had a shower, her skin like white porcelain glaze, flushed pink, tempting and eye-catching.
"I need to hole up and study this week." Nathalie Quinlan said succinctly as soon as she arrived: "I'm going to participate in a competition, I've never been in this kind of contest before, so I need to read some books, study a bit."
She didn't mention it, but Amadeus Yancey had actually already looked up the competition she was going to attend.
Just watching the girl walk past him, she picked up the glass of water he had left on the table, apparently not noticing, unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back and gulped down a large portion of it, then capped the bottle again, her lips glistening, her dark eyes looking at him, raising the bottle, "This isn't your water, is it?"