Robin exchanged some meaningless chatter with some of her fellow peers, forcing back the yawn that threatened to escape her mouth. She was just about to escape back to her room when she turned on impulse with the sudden feeling she was being watched. She caught a glimpse of a tall man in black slacks and a white button-down shirt. His complexion was tanned from hours of working in the sun and his strong arms and torso suggested regular heavy lifting. Though his face remained stoic, his thick lashes guarded dark eyes that seemed to portray every emotion at once. The slight lines around his eyes and mouth made him look older than Robin suspected. He stood a good ways off and yet the intensity and potency of his presence surrounded Robin and filled her body, giving her a sudden feeling of light-headedness, and vertigo. She backed up against the worn green velvet couch, sat down, and gripped the armrest. Robin felt her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel his calloused hands, strong and warm on her face, gently sliding down her neck. He was like sunlight. Both frightened and intrigued with the sudden impact of emotions, Robin sat, helpless to remove her gaze from the face that hadn't left her own. Robin felt a deep and intense longing unlike anything she had felt before. She wanted to bathe and drink in the warm rays of his sunlight. With painstaking difficulty, Robin wrenched her gaze away from the magnetic force that kept her eyes focused on the man. She searched for Giselle, hoping to find an anchor in the sea of faces.