The crowd dispersed.
This sister with the wheat-colored skin undoubtedly killed it.
Rosie Scott took a sharp breath: "Thanks, this is stunning."
There was a waiting room at the station, and Rosie Scott grabbed a schoolgirl with her left hand and a handsome sister with her right, pulling them to a table.
She and Blake Shaw exchanged glances and pulled down their masks.
The schoolgirl stammered for a while, her face, which was initially gloomy, suddenly flushes with two blushes, like the orange hue of a newborn sun.
"Mr. Shaw?!" The schoolgirl was somewhat excited and couldn't control her volume. Rosie Scott covered her startled mouth, then looked around at the travelers waiting to depart.
This area is quite rural, so there weren't many celebrity chasers, and the name Shaw wasn't particularly well-known.
Blake Shaw spoke gently: "Little sister, shouldn't you be in school? Did you skip class just for this?"
