DARIUS POV
I nervously rolled my eyes at her. It's the nicest line anyone has said to me, even though I tried to be different.
"Why are you so enchanting Shirley?" I responded with no smiles, as knitting this wool was a punishment from the goddess for peeking at a beautiful woman.
She threw a bundle of thread at me, handed me her pin, like she was free from it and transferring the burden to me.
"I think we'd make a good thing"
No, it's the opposite and I hope we never cross paths again.
"How doesn't it work?" I asked, staring, irritated by what I was holding.
She suddenly grabbed my hand, her mild touch plastered a sense of wonder and awe on my face, like I was coming alive.
"You can just voice it, rather than touch me," I protested, shrugging her hand away from me.
"I'm sorry if
