The feeling of familiarity with this man went much deeper than simply a journal that looked alike, the thread that pulled her closer was much more than simple attraction. There was something about this man that called to her, and she wanted to figure out why.
While it was reminiscent of the pull to Dylan, it wasn't nearly as strong. Nor did she long to tease, taunt, and ignore him until it ignited his uncontrollable anger. No, that feeling was reserved for Dylan, and she had absolutely no idea why.
In fact, being her with this man, being at all interested in this Victor... now that would piss off Dylan... and she relished in the thought.
“Victor,” she repeated, trying out his name for the first time. She didn't think it suited him all that well, but it wasn't her place to comment on what his parents had named him. Glancing up when he requested that she open the journal, she offered a small, almost shy, grin before doing as he asked.
It was... exactly the same. The same elegant lettering wrote his name on the first page, and the same note was written on the second page of the journal. Her dark brow furrowed in confusion. How could it be? While she hoped that he knew some of the answers, she figured he knew about as much as she did in this whole situation. Letting the journal fall closed, she looked up into those intelligent blue eyes that so reminded her of something...
Shaking the image of a bow and arrow out of her head, the flush remained on her cheeks for such a foolish and errant thought. She offered up a dainty hand, trying to distract him from the red in her cheeks and the silly questions she'd asked thus far. “My name is Taryn.” She wanted to add “and it's nice to meet you,” but it was really just rather strange...