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Sansa felt her dreamy gaze switch between Cersei Lannister and the Handsome Stranger that she had already begun filling in the gaps for. He appeared to be a complete bad-ass on the outside, but on the inside he was a secret romantic and loved nothing more than to read poetry and watch cheesy romcoms. He was a college boy - of course. What he was studying, hitched her a little. She imagined him to be majoring history - he had that aloof sense of knowing about him that only persisted around history jocks.

It appeared like he was with his dad who looked like an almost reliable man, amongst the sea of blatant criminals. Possibly he owned a large business and wanted his son to inherit it but was disappointed when he decided to pave his own way in life. She was really clutching at loose straws at that moment but that didn't matter to Sansa - she was designing everything that she expected Ramsay to be without even knowing him. If she did know him, she would have been repulsed by the idea of being with him but to naive, little Sansa, he served as an object to the whims of childhood fantasies.

When Arya interrupted her from her dreamy crafting of a perfect man, she gave her a dark look a and a sharp kick to the shin. "Arya!" She muttered, under her breath to make sure that it wasn't audible to her parents - her sister might have saw her staring at him and the least she needed was Arya telling her parents in revenge for Sansa getting her into trouble. "He's called Tyrion ans he's clearly not here." She snapped back, giving her another questioning look before she settled into her seat again - quite content that Arya had managed to break the spell that Tall, Handsome Stranger had kept her under.

That is, until he gave her [i]that[/i] look and her lies of being safe from his charms were completely broken. She blushed, probably more than was even considered cute and shot him a small smile that had definitely gained some ground from her previous ones. Her previous smiles were just her reactions, and shy reactions at that. But that smile, that smile was almost a low invitation for him to try his hand and go a little further. [i]It's all under control[/i], she tried to tell herself as another blush spread across her cheek but it was a lie really - she had already returned to planning his personality out.