Eveline resisted the urge to mention the obvious fact that he was blocking her way. She wasn't going to walk through him in order to pick up a disgusting cigarette. Not that she couldn't have. She just...didn't see that to be necessary. She flinched at the thought that her conduct might somehow be reproachable; the idea itself was horrific and she pushed it away. "I couldn't imagine smelling of smoke," she looked him over suspiciously, "not even my fingers." Why was it always hard to keep her look of disdain while he smiled at her? Thankfully, her irritation with that fact put a scowl back on her face.
She scoffed at his reaction. His mock sincerity irked her and she pulled her lips to the side uncomfortably in response to it. "Are you in the play? Because your performance is flawless, really." Her eyebrows furrowed at his next comment. Of course she took her job too seriously. It was who she was. She knew that her dedication would push people away, but that was a risk she took. There were worse things than being disliked. Right? She thought for a minute that it might kill her. Her rigid adherence to rules was the only thing which let her sleep at night. She was doing everything she could to get back into the good graces of her parents, and had been for years to no avail. Her last hope was truly shining as Head Girl.
Eveline almost opened her mouth to speak when the breath was sucked from her body. His proximity to her was blurring her concentration on the matter at hand. That and his and the suggestiveness of his comment piqued a certain interest in her. A curious eyebrow raised as her only response, her head inclined up toward his, as she watched him. If this was what she thought it was, she'd have to forget about being a Head Girl for a while.