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The boy did not seem to notice her until she gave him her name-perhaps lost in his own little world. Was this his first time at the school? She hadn’t noticed anyone like him in the past year-but it was rare for Lorelai to really focus on anyone but herself. Though he was definitely paying attention when he did notice her, blue eyes alert, smiling sunnily. He was almost in a trance for a moment, taking her in-from her ebony black hair to dark red lips. She allowed him this privilege, of course, only smiling simply as he did so. How could he not? Though she wouldn’t deny plenty of the other girls around her were beautiful-she was on another level-a level a mortal could never be on. At least, that was how Lorelai saw it.
When he finally spoke, he gave a soft smile, one that contrasted such a stark smirk on her full lips. “Hello.” His accent was faint, though obviously French. Lorelai, of course, had been to France many times-how many she didn’t remember. The accent only made him more attractive, as well as the fact she could now see his entire face-he was just as handsome as he had appeared when she’d caught a glimpse of him through the window. “Salut–that’s hi in my native language. And I guess lorelai is like, hello or something in your language? So lorelai to you too.” “I know.” Lorelai replied smugly-of course someone who adored France as much as her would know at least some of the language. Her tone wasn’t mean, though it was confident. Though her nose did wrinkle slightly, a crease forming between two matching brows. “No.” She told him-though she appeared a bit confused at first, her smile did not waver. “Actually, Lorelai is my name.” Perhaps just saying one’s name was not the best way to start a conversation, but Lorelai did not dwell on that-in fact, it never passed through her mind. She wondered if any language had a greeting like ‘lorelai’. Perhaps.
“I’m Téo, by the way.” He looked at her. “And you know, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as beautiful as you.” One brow lifted slightly-of course he hadn’t. She admired how bold he was being, she adored the attention. “Are you a god, or at least some sort of mystical being? You honestly seem sort of ethereal, which only makes you all the more interesting.” Téo said, eyes sparkling with interest. Her eyes seemed to shimmer too-satisfied someone was giving her the appreciation she wanted. She could listen to mortals compliment her for days. “Yeah, I am a god.” She said, and though her tone was casual, it was obvious she was doing her best to flaunt her heritage. “But who are you?” She leaned in closer, head resting on both hands now. “I’m very interested in knowing.”
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