JENNA WAS DRESSED MORE PRACTICALLY tonight than fashionably. Wearing dark blue-jeans with a slight flare at the ankles, mid-calf brown boots with a flat heel, a beige cowl-necked long-sleeved shirt and a very light brown jacket with zippers and buttons alluding to pockets that were not there, she was well protected from the crispness of the weather. Even though it was a warm night, the breeze had a bit of a bite to it, and the night sky was blanketed by clouds.
Her clutch sat on her right while Sebastian sat on her left. They'd had a successful outing at the party held at the Oligarchy chambers. It had a peculiar outcome, what with Sebastian being possessed by a ghost for the length of a dance. With Ben, no less. It had been a peculiar sight because Sebastian had moved in a different way - in a very feminine way, and she'd been caught between fascination and amusement. The ghost had disappeared, leaving Sebastian to recover with Jenna once more at his side, and they'd left the party soon after, going their separate ways. That had been a couple of nights ago.
She could hear the strains of music in the air, carried to them in ebbs and bursts due to the nature of the wind. She listened to it and identified the instrument as a cello, but not the piece the musician was playing, there weren't enough notes reaching her ears for that. Perhaps Sebastian would know, though it was possible the music was original. It was nice, cuddling up to Sebastian. He was as cold as the bench she was seated upon, but his arm around her was comfortable and protected.
They'd had a quiet night tonight, wandering along a bikeway, whether it took them through parks or beside a street. It had ended up taking them to the outskirts of the Arts University campus, where Jenna had wanted to stop and rest her feet. They hadn't spoken to each other, except to point out things of interest. She could almost imagine being his girlfriend, at a time like this, knowing that it was impossible because whenever they had a conversation beyond anything trivial (and sometimes not even that), they ended up either misunderstanding one another. She didn't know what it was about the pair of them that just didn't gel - they were both intelligent, they both had a lot of crossover interests, they were both attracted to each other. She had the idea that if there wasn't that strong physical attraction, she wouldn't be spending time with him, and it felt both hypocritical and peculiar on her shoulders - yet she wasn't game to sever ties with him.
They hadn't even kissed yet, but as she looked up at him, studying his profile and admiring the line of his jaw, she hoped that might change (while also berating herself for her shallowness).