Third person's POV
After Nathaniel left, the room became silent.
Moxie stood near the table, her fingers still loosely curled around the edge of her notebook, as if she had forgotten to put it down. Across the room, George hadn’t shifted much from where he sat, but his attention was no longer on the screen. When she finally looked up, she caught it. The way he was staring at her. His gaze was so intense, his eyes never left hers.
“What?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
He didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered for a second longer before he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “You were laughing a lot,” he muttered.
The comment caught her off guard. “…What?”
“With him,” he added, “You seemed… really comfortable.”
Moxie blinked, her grip tighten
