Being a lucky fellow, Atlas seemed to feel my unease with his presence. I mean, how couldn't he notice when I've been looking at everywhere but him? I can feel his frown deepening as he assessed me, trying to figure me out like a rubics cube.
A second has passed, and no one spoke. All I can hear was my fork hitting my plate. That was, until Atlas reached over my chair and pulled it towards him so I could be near him, leaving my plate behind. The stool made a screeching sound against the floor before my knees bumped onto his.
I turned my head to look at my plate that was now an arm's length away from me, "I have to eat," I mumbled before I tried to carry my chair and move back to where my food is. Far from him.
I want to be so far from him right now. I don't even know why. He smells so g
