Elvis
"Are you flirting with me, Hazel?"
A low chuckle left her mouth.
"If being honest is called flirting, then I suppose I'm guilty, sir. You did permit me to speak freely."
I was looking directly at her now. After an entire morning of careful avoidance, I finally looked, and it turned out to be the worst option.
Most people, under that kind of direct attention, would glance away. Find something interesting on the floor, not her.
She stood there and looked straight back. I held it as long as I could.
I looked away first.
Whatever this was, it needed to stop.
This girl was dismantling something in my brain, rearranging things that had been fixed in place for years, and I had neither the time nor the patience for it.
The solution was obvious, and I had used it before without
