"T-This…" I said, groping for lines as I stared at him intently.
He turned to look at me while furrowing his brows. It's as if he was confused by what I had said. I couldn't hide the redness in my face, and instead of worrying about that, I wanted to hear his answer to what I would ask him.
Every time I remember that he considered this meeting as a date, my heart skips a bit. It never entered my mind that he would think about that matter. I met him as a man who ignored how other people would feel, so I no longer hope that he is just doing it to end my resentment towards him for what he did a while ago.
His face narrowed a bit when he noticed that I was stuttering when I talked to him.
My hands were sweating. I just kept my gaze on the coffee he had given me earlier. We are now in the p
