            That could be reasoned with. He was handsome...in a cold, aristocratic, hater-of-her-kind sort of way. But he didn’t hate her. That, she was fairly certain of. The attraction must have stemmed from that—that specialness he had somehow placed her in. She liked the attention. He liked hers too. Two puzzle pieces jammed together, their colors just happening to match, even if the edges didn’t. It didn’t mean anything. And it certainly wouldn’t be further explored.