๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ก โฆ server tray is discarded to the
side, now approaching to lean on the
counter closest. โ really .๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ โcuz you have
that face on your face .. whatโs on your
mind .แฃ โ
โ
.. raised brows soon furrow deep.
๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ .. ๐น๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ * ๐ญ
she chuckledโโ stiffly even โ
one hand reached, digits lightly
pinching his for some form of shake
โ right .. and you are .. ? โ
โ ๐๐๐ ๐ .โ
He repeats , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ some โ never shying away from inner ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ demeanor .
โ beautiful name , for a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .โ
โ I just meant โ Jesus, Carmโ โ
She stopped herself, jaw tightening.
โ โฆ. If you need to lose your mind at
someone, or say nothinโ at all.
I can sit. Iโm good at quiet โ
โ
she flinched, almost imperceptibly,
at the sharpness in his voice โโ a
single syllable too loud.
Still, she didnโt move. The tray in her
hands felt heavier than it had, metal
โ
biting into her fingers where she
gripped it too tight. โ Yeah, well,
you look like shit. โ a pause. a flicker
of regret. โI mean โ not like, in a bad
wayโwell, obviously in a bad wayโ โ
cheeks flushing,
โ
her posture only straightens when
there gazes intertwine. the temptation
to simply walk away was there, but
there she stood ; server tray held
tight โ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐แ โโ I mean no ๐แ no I .. โ
โ