*Daisy*
Gray was so composed, he always is, and I was battling the physics of my body sitting in this damned lawn chair. I could feel him watching me, even though his head wasn't turned in my direction, he was looking. I could feel my face heating up, and I knew I was blushing.
"How are you feeling about the upcoming dinner?" Gray asked, staring out into the yard.
"Nervous, of course, but that's to be expected." I honestly remarked, shrugging.
"I'm nervous too," He admitted, something I wasn't expecting to hear, "but I hide it."
"How?" I asked, hoping he'll have some difinitive answer to solve my problems.
"I shove the feeling away..." He said, and I glanced over at him, "I think you know how to do that."
I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. He's right, I know how to shov
