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My feet, so reluctant to move moments ago, now wish to race us towards his table, and I have to put all my effort into slowing them down as to not appear too eager. Upon his table is an array of papers and books, and of course, a bottle of whiskey parked next to an empty tumbler. He slides along the sofa, allowing room for me to sit beside him. “Are you sure?” I ask. “You seem pretty busy.”
He rests his arm on the back of the sofa towards me and glances at the paperwork and says, “I could use a break,” before returning his attention back towards me.
Before sliding onto the sofa, I rest my bag on the table and remove my jacket to lay it on the back of the sofa.
“Wow,” he says, gaining my full attention. His ocean pools glimmer as he …show more content…

“Is everything okay?” I ask in a timid voice. When he refuses to answer or acknowledge me, trepidation trickles into my mind. Did I do something wrong? My gaze drifts down to my clasped hands that now lay in my lap. One hand flutters up to my mouth, whereupon I commence chewing on a fingernail. Maybe he's thinking of Alice and trying to be faithful towards her, considering they were together only last night.
“So, how was your birthday?” he asks, startling me. “That was the deal, right? For my forgiveness, you had to tell me about your night?”
My eyes flutter up to greet him, though the anxiety he instilled remains. “Yes, I remember. Well, Alice had the night off, so we invited Patsy over and watched a movie.”
A rhythmic beat beside my ear distracts me. As I investigate the sound, I discover it's his fingertips drumming on the back of the sofa. “That's it?” he asks, drawing my attention back towards him. “That's hardly a fair trade for my forgiveness, Eva.” The mischievous grin materialises. Consequently melting the anxiety and bringing forth a giggle from my lips. “You better do better than that if you want to stay friends.”
“What more do you want me to say?” I ask. “We ate pizza and popcorn while watching a horror film.”
The hand resting on the sofa gravitates towards his mouth, to caresses his chin. “Hmm, so you like horror movies,” he muses, filing the information away, possibly alongside my birthday. “Which one did you watch?”
“A Midnight

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