[u][b]Luke Schwarz-- Don't be awkward[/b][/u]

That same gust of wind that blew through the line, it must be repeated, did indeed blow Gratia's hair [i]everywhere[/i]. I ncluding, as some weird twist of fate dictated, black enough that the tips of a few strands brushed against Luke's nose and mouth, eliciting a natural reaction that gave him mere milliseconds to react to.

Taking a half-step back, Luke's entire face scrunched up as he plugged his nose, silently turning away, holding his breath, and desperately trying not to sneeze. At least she wasn't wearing one of those ridiculously powerful shampoos on top of it. Vanilla could [i]kill[/i] if applied correctly...

Wiping the reactionary water from his eyes, Luke frowned as he considered whether or not to close the distance once more, and run the risk of that happening again.

If it weren't for the fact that she was practically radiating impatience, he'd probably just make some small talk...