She always was straightforward. I felt her square her shoulders as well as take a deep breath. It made the buttons strain, just a small bit.
“Hal.” She looked him right in the eye.
He was always perceptive. He didn’t provide her a possibility to go on. He just said “I believed so.” There was that half-grin, as well as the accompanying shrug. His hands in his pockets, not fidgeting, just there.
“Why didn’t you state anything?” Her hands smoothed the front of her skirt. If she had been a anxious person, that would have been her anxious habit.
“Ladies very first …”
“Always the gentleman.”
“Just not your gentleman.” His grin lurched to the other side.
“A gentle man, all the same.” Her hand lifted, almost to his face. He caught it as well as pressed a kiss into her palm. She didn’t pull away, however he let her hand drop.
“Well, then. I’ll let myself out,” he said. She stood still, as well as when she stated “Hal” once again it was to the empty room. three whistled notes came with the window, then died away, the phrase abandoned.
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