Their conversation was cut short when the waiter returned, quietly topping off their glasses.
Yet what followed was a question that sounded more like reassurance than curiosity, the start of something that felt almost like an interview and makes him appears as nosy. (cont.)
thing that dared to dream had withered.
γ €βOr I havenβt been lucky enough to weave my own romance,β he corrected, therefore asking to redirect the topic. βHow about you? I thought you would be popular around girls your age.β
(@vouchev)
His gaze stayed on Agnese, for quite a while, though he didnβt seem particularly fond of the story heβd just painted.
βSo,β he said, not looking away, βno oneβs been lucky enough to claim that spot?β : @asgodsplead
with your student. Maybe suggest coming back some other time, since this place serves pasta you actually approve of.β
His gaze stayed on Agnese, though he didnβt seem particularly fond of the story heβd just painted. β¦
A nod, a scribbled note, and the soft clink of glassware followed before the waiter disappeared back into the hum of quiet conversation around them.
Once they left alone again, it is only appropriate for Damon to put his eyes on Agnese again, right? β¦