Only a minute passed before Ivory felt someone staring at her. Though it wasn't uncommon for peoples' gazes to fall onto her, it was uncommon for people to stare for longer than a few seconds. The pen drifting across her paper came to a stop, and her gaze, focused down onto the sketchbook, lifted forward. Her gaze swept to her right, only to find nothing but empty space, and then turned to her left to accidentally lock with the gaze of a young man sitting a little ways away from her. He seemed to be the culprit of the stare, but once she caught his gaze, she felt her breath suck in and stop.

She wasn't used to finding such a deep sense of intrigue within the eyes of others, especially when they were looking at silly little [i]her[/i]. She found the curiosity flashing in the eyes she had caught as intriguing, and flattering as all get-out. Her eyes remained there for a few seconds, examining the emotions swimming about, before she ripped it away, back to the paper covered in sketchy lines. She had been staring for longer than intended. Though she felt a bit rude just turning her gaze away so suddenly like that, and allowed her gaze to flicker back up to him, quietly sweeping over his figure sat on the grass of the field.

With a small, courteous, and slightly timid smile, she allowed the hand with her pen twirled in between her fingers rise into a small wave towards him. She didn't know why he had been staring so curiously at her, but from what she had picked up, it wasn't in a negative manner. He just seemed . . . inquisitive. And that was never necessarily a bad thing. She still felt her gut fluttering with butterflies at how flattered she was, and found a sense of relief in the fact that he hadn't been staring at her butt or breasts. It was a silly thought, but it was something that many of the teenage boys in the school liked to do. It was refreshing seeing one of the boys, one of the more attractive boys no less, was different. Less rude.