A brisk slip into intimacy — from which he recovered — resided with him when emerald optics had found themselves grasped by the woman who seemed to be captivated in other activities. Though, it seemed as if she were reading.
Moments passed before he realized he had subconsciously made his way towards this lady whom had captivated his unrequited attention..that was until she spoke.
“I wish nothing of the sort,” he replied half-decently. After a mere second, or what seemed like a minute or two, a passing of discouragement seemed to have wept over him with her use of tone. “I apologize to have bothered you.”
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As the unexpected—but very, very welcome—reply reaches her ears, it’s as if his denial has caused the tension weighing on her shoulders to disintegrate, and she sags against her seat. Coffee-colored eyes flicker up to meet his as lips curl into a weak, but significantly relaxed smile.
‘Oh, um, it’s okay! There’s nothing to apologize for?’ Then the realization that she has said the sentence in such a way that makes it sound more like a question gives her the sudden urge to bang her head against the table directly in front of her (really, that was just taunting her, now). But she is able to stop herself due to the feeling that the motion would do nothing save make her look even more foolishthan she already did.
