Although privilege and influence could make many uncaring, not so Antony Westmark. Anyone who'd ever had business with him remarked how unfailingly polite he was to everyone, young or old, rich or poor. He didn't intend to make Yomi, his dear little sister's best friend, wait alone any longer than necessary.
The top of his head nearly bumped into the door frame, but he stooped with grace, and a smile lit his face and green eyes as he approached the pink-haired girl. He pulled out a chair to sit where he could see her, his long legs spread apart for balance. "I could hardly wait for today to come. You're looking better than I feared from what your aunt told me." He leaned back, though not smiling quite as broadly, because he wasn't gleeful to see the young girl here, of all places. "Gray is not your color."
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Although privilege and influence could make many uncaring, not so Antony Westmark. Anyone who'd ever had business with him remarked how unfailingly polite he was to everyone, young or old, rich or poor. He didn't intend to make Yomi, his dear little sister's best friend, wait alone any longer than necessary.
The top of his head nearly bumped into the door frame, but he stooped with grace, and a smile lit his face and green eyes as he approached the pink-haired girl. He pulled out a chair to sit where he could see her, his long legs spread apart for balance. "I could hardly wait for today to come. You're looking better than I feared from what your aunt told me." He leaned back, though not smiling quite as broadly, because he wasn't gleeful to see the young girl here, of all places. "Gray is not your color."