If Im Not Ace

   “I don’t know who that is, nor do I know who you are.”

   Wide, dark eyes glanced back at the boy currently having
   taken hold of his arms with eccentric excitement (albeit
   incorrectly placed), and brows rose in mild surprise. Lower
   tier was left agape, all intensity gone with such a shock.

   “Can you please let go of me now? This is getting weird.”

He had been so sure this blonde was his Esu! The eyes,
the hair, the… well that was it but he had still been totally
sure this stranger was the one he was looking for. But
alas, he had not been the first child and now Jack seemed
to look a little silly, and possibly crazy, allowing a hand to
run messily through blonde tresses with an awkward laugh

   “I don’t know who that is, nor do I know who you are.”

   Wide, dark eyes glanced back at the boy currently having
   taken hold of his arms with eccentric excitement (albeit
   incorrectly placed), and brows rose in mild surprise. Lower
   tier was left agape, all intensity gone with such a shock.

   “Can you please let go of me now? This is getting weird.”

He had been so sure this blonde was his Esu! The eyes,
the hair, the… well that was it but he had still been totally
sure this stranger was the one he was looking for. But
alas, he had not been the first child and now Jack seemed
to look a little silly, and possibly crazy, allowing a hand to
run messily through blonde tresses with an awkward laugh

   “I don’t know who that is, nor do I know who you are.”

   Wide, dark eyes glanced back at the boy currently having
   taken hold of his arms with eccentric excitement (albeit
   incorrectly placed), and brows rose in mild surprise. Lower
   tier was left agape, all intensity gone with such a shock.

   “Can you please let go of me now? This is getting weird.”

He had been so sure this blonde was his Esu! The eyes,
the hair, the… well that was it but he had still been totally
sure this stranger was the one he was looking for. But
alas, he had not been the first child and now Jack seemed
to look a little silly, and possibly crazy, allowing a hand to
run messily through blonde tresses with an awkward laugh