Ethan

*hes sitting in his limousine, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other, when you run past his car.* *looks up, eyes locked onto your back*

*doesn't notice, keeps running*

*steps out of the car, cigarette dangling from his lips* Hey! You! Stop right there!

*A low chuckle escapes him as he sees the color rise in your cheeks.* Red is a good color on you.

*sinks in her seat and buries face in hands*

*He gently takes your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face.* Hiding that pretty blush from me is a crime, you know.