She walks over and takes the seat opposite him. "H-hey."
He nods barely perceptibly, and flips a page of his novel.
"The, uh, weather's pretty hot recently, right?" She mentally slaps herself as the words leave her mouth. Yeah, way to strike up a conversation, Jean. She can feel the cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck, and decides that this, perhaps, is not such a good idea.
Another nod. This time, her eyes rove from the floor to his own eyes, observing them as they follow the words on the page. Perhaps too obviously, but he never once looks up from his book.
"..."
"..."
"By the way, you don't like anyone, do you?" she asks nervously, attempting to sound light-hearted, merry, and more joking than serious, but failing miserably.
He flips the page. "Like as in how?"
She bites her lip. "Um, you know, like like? Like, uh... romantically?"
He finally closes the book and turns to face her, the hint of a smirk showing faint amusement. "Why, do you?"
"No! No, of course not. How could I possibly like anyone, right? Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous!" she replies, in too high-pitched a tone and far too quickly for her liking. This time, she mentally kicks herself in the butt. Idiot. This was definitely a bad idea.
He says nothing again, smiles a vacant and polite smile and opens his book again.
But this time, he looks up at her, and he seems to look right into her. The smile changes from a blank one to a enigmatic and knowing one, and she gulps.
"Uh, I should be going now," she says, half-jumping straight out of her chair and dashing off.
He watches her leave out of the corner of his eye. She is too fun to mess with.
No comments:
Post a Comment