His eyes swept over me—starting from my hair, lingering on my shirt, then down to the tight jeans I had on.
Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious.
“You’re here,” I blurted out.
“Yes.” His gaze finally found mine.
“I wanted to go on the tour with you,” he said.
My eyes widened.
“That’s if you don’t mind,” he added quickly.
He must’ve mistaken my surprise for reluctance.
“I don’t mind,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m just… shocked you want to tour the hall with me.”
“It obviously means a lot to you.”
“It does,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected.
“So I’d love to see it through your lenses.”
I laughed softly, a little embarrassed. “I’m not a tour guide,” I said, fidgeting with the strap of my bag.
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something—then closed it again.
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