blonde locks curled around her finger , regina’s elbow rests upon the table with her eyes lingering on the closed notebook. “ i read some of it. ” the queen bee lets a soft chuckle fall from her lips , thinking about what she had +
she flips the cover of her notebook closed, gaze trailing regina as she sits. it's halfway subconscious ——— it's incredibly difficult to keep her eyes off of the blonde. she commands that kind of attention by simply existing in a space.
(the writing piece is something about —
it's a poem of some kind ——— or otherwise some sort of creative writing. cady covers it with the palm of her hand when she realizes she's got company, though.
"hey ——— how long have you been there?"