Chapter 9: The Party III
Lea stood behind Levi, "You stoop down to stalking now, I see." She tells him, who was watching the redhead play the piano for the three-year-old that was having an episode minute previous.
Levi turned to Lea, his ’ex-girlfriend’ he could tell she had been crying in the loo, most likely because of what he said earlier. He could see the trace of her attempting to cover up her swollen red eyes with makeup. A failed attempt, he thought.
Levi turned to look back at Sam, still seated at the wall piano beside Elizabeth.
"Observing," he corrects. Lea took a step to stand beside him, then took a sip of her drink. "Stalking," she interjected. Both their eyes remained on Sam, who was now ushering the toddler to her mother.
Lea scanned the redhead from head to toe, looking for flaws. Her hair was long and wavy, and in that lovely coppery shade, stylists could only hope to recreate. Her face was small, nose pointed, with thick nicely shaped brows over her grass-green eyes. Her lips were bow-shaped, and its flushed tone went well together with her white skin. Her cheeks had faint freckles, like stars dusted onto the sky, making her look more approachable.
The entirety of her face, Lea thought gave off a kind gentle feel to it. And the way she smiled, always seemed genuine. Her body, Lea noted as her eyes narrowed in jealousy. It was the body of a young woman. But then again, she thought maybe she was. Perhaps unlike her, Sam was still in her early 20’s. She wasn’t sure, for she still had that youthful glow on her. Or maybe, just maybe, she soaks in the blood of virgins every single night.
"She’s pretty. Lazy, lazy but pretty." Lea commented dryly, earning a confused look from Levi. Lea gestured to Sam’s entirety from a distance. "She’s..." she said.
Levi scoffed inserted his hand in his pocket as he looked at Sam. "She’s a workaholic. Far from lazy." he retorted.
"I meant her looks, she doesn’t wear makeup, accessorize, and wear more fashionable clothing," Lea explained. "Some people don’t waste their time over senseless endeavors like cosmetics and high heels. Nor caring what others think of their looks." Levi defended himself; he knew it was rich coming from him who had never stepped out of his flat, wearing nothing less than a 3-piece suit and dress shoes.
He saw nothing wrong with Sam; she was a lot of things, something he still wants to figure out. But not lazy.
He could tell she takes care of herself, exercises regularly, eats healthy most days, and takes care of her hygiene particularly. He could tell by the smell of her hair and the state of her teeth. She most likely had braces growing up, that’s why they were perfectly straight. Her purse also revealed it, a floss and sanitizer had been showing in the side pockets, easily accessible for her to use it. She was health-conscious enough, hinting to mild OCD.
"So, maybe that’s why you like her," Lea said. "You like her because she’s more like you... indifferent to people’s opinion." She added, but her tone suggested being ’more like him’ was not a good thing. Levi opened his mouth a second too late to deny the accusation, no, he didn’t fancy her like she was suggesting. Sam merely intrigued him.