Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes while Diana sat quietly, deep in contemplation.
Maxim did not interrupt her thought process.
After another minute, she placed her palms on her knees and peeked at him, "We…" she sighed exasperatedly and leaned her face against the glass panes.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Don't disturb me. I am…" searching through my vocabulary.
Maxim blinked.
"You and I…" Diana pointed her index finger at him before turning it towards herself.
"What about us?"
She bit her bottom lips.
Maxim leaned closer to her, "You look distressed. What's bothering you?"
Diana leaned back, creating some distance between them, "You are bothering me."
"Me?" Maxim pointed a finger at himself. When she nodded, he raised an eyebrow, "What did I do, sweetheart?"
Diana felt her heart racing, "Don't call me sweetheart. I am not your sweetheart!" What was up with him and the nickname?
