THIRD PERSON'S POV

He smiled when he saw her, one eyebrow lifting as he eyed her in his predatory way. He began walking towards her- though 'strutting' would be a more appropriate word for it. Every movement seemed more graceful than that of a Lion, more vain than that of a peacock.

"Hello," he said, leaning up against her table, drawing out the word.

He seemed so sure of his charm, of his ability to make her weak in her knees. It sickened her to her very core.

"Can I help you with something?" Annabelle asked, leaning back in her chair and staring at him and unblinkingly in the eye....