As he glances in her direction she looks away quickly, her eyes hiding behind the swirl of black hair. She has gazed at him for too long again, and curses herself.
Wait.
She bites her lip, summoning courage, and peeks out gingerly. He isn't watching. His hangers-on - all girls, of course - have finally gone.
Deep breath.
Move.
He turns to look at her as she reaches him, a quizzical half-smile lighting his face. The knife enters his chest more easily than she expects, sliding between his ribs and opening his heart.
She marvels as those beautiful eyes turn to glass.
