Emma looked up into his eyes.
It was as if she just noticed that he was patting her hair.
Does He sees her as his little sister or he is just used to petting anyone like this?
That's an interesting question which popped up in her head.
Her eyes trailed towards his hand and then back at him.
He seemed to realize that he had kept it there longer than usual and raised it up as if in surrender, but he was so good at masking his emotions.
There wasn't anything to read on his face, so she couldn't make out his intentions.
"That's where you came in?" She asked, breaking the silence.
He secretly clenched his fist as the softness of her hair still lingered like he was still touching it.
It was the same for Emma. The weight of his hand seemed to remain like he hadn't taken away his hand, but she told herself not to jump into conclusion.
She realized that he's sweet after crossing the border of his dislike towards people.
