Elizabeth read through the clearly presented notes Francesca had given everybody for the tenth time, trying her hardest to absorb the information and make notes on it while she was struggling to focus.
She was sat at her desk in the library, and every time she made any expression of frustration with herself Sawyer would smile almost imperceptibly without looking up from the copy of her book which he was reading. She couldn’t see him anyway with her back to him but it would not have made a difference. She was oblivious to the reason for her difficulty focussing, and he thought it was adorable. He also particularly entertaining to sit so close to her that she was more distracted than necessary; if he had not been sat in the same room as her like that she would have had no problems with stu
