Dean needed to get back to work as soon as possible since lunch dragged on for far too long. So he sat down at his desk and rolled his seat in as he straightened his back – yet nothing came to mind.
The look she'd given him isn't fazing out of his mind as he had hoped it would by now. He could still see how her gaze lingered for a bit too long for a stare.
Her eyes didn't seem to have hidden intention now that he's thinking about it. they held an almost innocent curiosity to them. Like she was questioning the shape, the size, the color.
It was enough to make him want to tell her to leave in the politest way possible. He looked away.
What what if he had let her gaze linger on for just a bit longer? Then what? Would she have stared for long and would... something have happened–No, no, no
