The pained expression returns to his face, making it difficult for me to continue being stubborn. My heart twists to know that I have caused this decline in his mood that a few moments ago, palpably shone with accessibility to start an open conversation about his interest. I play with my hands, I cannot deny that his merciless and raw scrutiny enervates my senses and my anxiety shoots almost to the limit; it had been observed before, but not so overwhelmingly and sharply, it let out the contained air that I have been uselessly holding, as if it needed to float after that.
–In that case, let me call you by your name too– I propose trying to make my voice sound as natural as possible, but I fail instantly since my clear nervousness is denoted
His expression softens just a little, until i
