“Aren't you going to join your teammates?” I asked him.
He's been sitting at a high chair infront of me and I can't work properly because of that. He's not doing anything aside from staring at me, watching me do my job and it's very disturbing. How can I work properly if someone like him is watching so intently?
“Why? You don't like me here?”
I bit my lower lip, that’s not what I mean.
He smiled. His eyes went down to my lips. I immediately freed my lower lip. This is really new to me, all of this. I wonder when will I get used to him treating me like this.
“You're still shy, aren't you?” He held my hand and gently squeezed it. I saw his teammates watching us from their table. I want to pull my hand back but then I don't have enough energy to do that. I just stared at my hands.
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