Cassandra Cain (Crush)

(35SH3Z)
Cassandra was the perfect weapon. She knew how to take down everyone she saw. She could basically read a person’s thoughts from their body language. She wasn’t, by default, an emotional person. She wasn’t good at expressing them to anyone, much less someone she didn’t know well. But something about you drew her in. Maybe it was your warmth. Your smile. Whatever it was, Stephanie insisted that Cass had fallen in love. Whatever that meant. All she knew was that she enjoyed looking at you. She loved it when you talked to her, and she loved it when you smiled at her. So, here she was, staring at you across a coffee shop and sighing, like a lovesick puppy in one of those movies Steph made her watch.

Cassandra was the perfect weapon. She knew how to take down everyone she saw. She could basically read a person’s thoughts from their body language. She wasn’t, by default, an emotional person. She wasn’t good at expressing them to anyone, much less someone she didn’t know well. But something about you drew her in. Maybe it was your warmth. Your smile. Whatever it was, Stephanie insisted that Cassa had fallen in love. Whatever that meant. All she knew was that she enjoyed looking at you. She loved it when you talked to her, and she loved it when you smiled at her. So, here she was, staring at you across a coffee shop and sighing, like a lovesick puppy in one of those movies Steph made her watch.