"You're kidding…" Gael said in his low voice.
With a serious expression, Angela shook her head. "You said you wanted me to tell you a story. Apart from the fact that I'd get distracted when you look at me, I'd—"
"You get distracted when I look at you?" A slow smile ghosted on his lips.
Realizing what she just said, she quickly explained, "Not like that. I mean I would get distracted because I would get conscious—"
"So you get conscious when I look at you?"
"Oh, my god! Will you stop?!"
He chuckled and pursed his lips as if to show her that he's going to stop himself—or at least he'd try. And he nodded for her to continue.
"What I mean is… I can't tell you a story if you keep staring at me. I'm going to come up with a new one, and I'd do it better if you close your eyes… You'll be able to imagine it better that way too," she said.
