I couldn't help but steal some glances at Ansel, mostly due to my guilty conscience. 

His seat was next to the window and the morning sun gave his profile view a nice backlight.

Or, at least what I could see of him. Which was not much at all actually. 

It would seem Ms. Garnet had long given up on telling him to take his hood off, seeing as over half of his face was covered up by it.

He flipped a page again as I tried to find any marks that would suggest he had been seriously hurt, but couldn’t find any. Again, not that I could really see much else other than a bit of his face below his cheekbones, as well as a bit of his neck and his hands. 

My eyes scanned his skin and I was struck by just how many freckles it was covered by. Obviously they were something I had noticed before, but I hadn’t really registered the sheer amount of them until now. 

The zipper of his hoodie was unzipped and I noticed some wet spots that had started to dry on the shirt underneath it.

As I was trying to figure out what could’ve caused them, Ansel flipped another page and this time my eyes moved to focus on his hand. 

Hm, more freckles. I can also tell his hands are calloused from just looking at them.

I wonder if he has a hobby where he uses his hands a lot? Maybe even a job?

**

The bell rang and I realized I had read exactly three sentences I couldn't even recall out of two whole chapters, and had instead spent the whole time thinking about whether Ansel was more likely to do woodwork, or sports as a hobby. 

Or maybe both. What jobs require you to use your hands? Farming? Do we do that here?