He was still staring at me as if I were some kind of show.
"Why are you not eating? Wasn't it to your taste? Why are you staring at me so intently? Is there a bit of dirt on my brow?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"It's nothing serious; I'm just interested as to how you seem so comfortable and carefree. You don't seem to be bothered by me, either."
He gave a small grin, but I couldn't tell whether he was delighted.
I set the cutlery down and sipped water before clearing my throat, but I didn't rush to speak.
The fact is that I'm terrified. Particularly now that I've realized I've already fallen for him.
It's my first time falling in love, and it seems strange to me. I'd never been injured before, but I understood that loving someone had to be difficult.
Moreover, lov
