The male turned his back to leave the female at her will; that was until her kind words had caused a moment of hesitation.
With brisk thought, the fitly-framed male turned to meet russet optics and a cher-framed visage with an all too expressive grin. He stood before her for a brief moment before deciding upon a respectable reply.
“Are you positive I won’t be a bother?” He asked as an extremity gracefully found its way to rest upon the nape of his neck.
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Truthfully, seeing him turn around and walk away would ease the worries in her chest and probably reduce the chances of a heart attack, but it would be rude to tell him that if he stayed, he would be bothering her, wouldn’t it? Cursing her inability to say no for the umpteenth time that day, a slender hand lifted itself off a sketchpad, using the pencil in its grasp to make a gesture towards the seat across her.
'Eh, it’s okay. I really don’t mind.’ Her gaze slowly traveled away from him and fixed itself on her hands, which suddenly seemed a thousand times more interesting. Red—surely, that was the shade of her countenance by now; she could feel the embarrassment oozing from as far as the tips of her toes. Both her parents were socialites, and her brother was a social butterfly as well; selfish bugger probably took all the socially adept genes with him.
