Ferociously Classy1. Stones
“And this is the rare dacite.” Boastfully he introduced the piece in his hand. The other palm carefully smoothing over its base, Steven flashed a satisfied smile as if the mineral itself was his unborn child. “It has a hard exterior, but it’s very smooth to the touch.” More and more he explained, tone thickening with excitement as he did.
While for Zinnia, who ultimately questioned why she decided to hang around with him in the first place, bit back a heavy scowl at the boredom.
Suddenly, an idea flickered in her mind; one that finally broke out a smile on her face. “Hey Stove,” Pushing herself backwards from the giant boulder that she had leaned on, Zinnia snapped her fingers once and stretched out her right hand, “can I take a look at that rock?”
Upon hearing his name being mispronounced – again – Steven held back a flinch on his shoulders. “It’s Steven.” A shot of an innocent