Baudelaire Academy

My ‘handler’s’ pale jade eyes watched me in concern. However I was to lost in my daydreams to notice. I felt a goody smile cross my lips, if Andre was here I would tell him he ‘didn’t know what he was missing.’ Then my attention was caught on something outside. Hunkering down into a crouch I swear I could see a human male with jet-black hair. My fingers started twitching. “Ashefault”. Our stop was finally here. My smile faded, and forced myself to stand up.