First Impressions

She was beautiful. That much was obvious. He took in the sight of her and he was reminded of a bird. Her crystalline eyes blinked in a coy, yet curious way. Her features were small and delicate, from her miniature nose to her round lips that could have belonged on a doll. Her wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in thick, fiery waterfalls that looked as soft as down feathers. She had is pulled back at the sides so it didn't cover her face and displayed her peppery freckles.

What a doll. Tramp mused.

When the bellowing policeman had chased him into "snob hill" earlier that morning, after he'd gotten away of course, he'd wanted to walk around the lavishly clean neighborhood and pretend he was a ritzy gentleman. Tramp had walked by a particularly well-kept house and overheard two elderly gentlemen talking kindly to a soft-spoken female. He hadn't been expecting to see such a pretty woman when he'd sauntered onto the trim lawn. He knew what they were discussing was none of his business but he was feeling particularly fresh today and couldn't resist the opportunity to start a little mischief.

He knew he'd gotten it when both gentlemen became tight lipped and looked his way indignantly. He easily ignored them and winked at the lovely woman. He saw a blush touch her face, which gave him an odd urge to want to caress her cheeks. He gave his best roguish smile hoping to deepen her flush.

"Hiya Pigeon."

. . .

He was handsome. That much was apparent. Her first reaction was to feel disgruntled but a look at his handsome, dirty, yet handsome face and she was blushing. She wasn't used to being around men her age, much less attractive ones. The most noticeable thing was his hair. He had young face and was assuredly Lady's age yet the majority of his hair was gray. It was unkempt, shot out every which way and some strands fell over his mischievous dark eyes. His features were sharp and strong, his jaw line like the edge of a knife and he had thick, dark eyebrows full of personality. He wore a crooked smile and looked only at her, making her blush hotter than she was comfortable with.

She still didn't know what he was doing here on her lawn, with his worn boots and repeatedly patched up jacket. He'd meandered in like he owned the place carrying himself with a playful and arrogant gait. She had seen the slums and the bedraggled people that lived there, but only from the small window of her adopted family's carriage. So seeing a person that looked like they were from the slums up close Lady couldn't help but shyly stare at him.

Trusty and Jock had both fallen into an indigent silence behind her and gave icy looks to the unwelcome stranger. He still only had eyes for her and Lady felt like she was put under a microscope by his probing yet blithe gaze. He winked at her seemingly oblivious to her older companion's stares.

"Hiya, Pigeon."