"No." He pushed off the jungle gym and ambled over, dropping onto the bench across from her. "I'm the guy who steals the art before anyone sees it."
The Difference Between Sparks and Wildfires vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg
And for the first time that evening, Vincent—not Vick the ghost, not Vick the shadow—smiled like he meant it. Vincent—not Vick the ghost
Viola didn't flinch. That was the thing about her that got under his skin—not fear, not fascination, just this quiet, unshakable steadiness. She closed her sketchbook. just this quiet
Viola spotted him from the picnic table, knees tucked under her chin. She wasn't trouble. She was the emergency broadcast system that announced trouble was coming.