"I'll just…" Styles jerked his thumb to the side and cleared his throat, unsure of what to really say to the two people since it was obvious that he was giving them privacy. "Good night."
Amelia finished clearing up the table after their dinner with the help of Styles, and Damien who was still a bit awkward around her. Now that she and her son were left alone, she felt nervous knowing that the inevitable 'talk' has come.
"Would you like to drink tea? I prepared some oolong…" she offered, in which Damien nodded with an unreadable expression. She smiled at him as she told him to wait in the living room.
Damien rubbed the palms of his hands against his pantsuit, wiping the moist off as he watched Amelia serve him tea. He offered to make the tea earlier but she insisted on doing so. He was sitting on the sofa while she sat in the armchair to his right — it was just the right amount of distance between them.
