Eric didn't know what to do nor say when he looked at Evangeline.
Throughout the whole ride, she remained quiet while gripping his waist. She was pressing her forehead against his back like she didn't want anyone to see her current state.
Even after they arrived at her unit, she remained silent with an unreadable face which made him at a lost on what to do nor say.
Should I comfort her?
But he didn't even know if she was sad.
Nonetheless, he knew that something must have happened for her to act this way. Even though her face was the epitome of calmness, she appeared to be on the verge of crying.
"Is everything . . . alright?" he asked.
He didn't dare step inside her unit without her permission. He remained standing outside, in front of her door while she continued to grip his shirt, not letting him go.
Scratching the back of his head, he eyed the quiet girl whose head was lowered, unable to digest what was going on with her.
