For what seems like an ephemeral eternity, the two of them only stay like that amidst the whispering silence and the blowing gust of wind that comes along with it.
Everything is as still as the surface of water, but beneath they know that there's something brewing. Rebecca, for one, is starting to piece two and two together.
Right then, she doubts if he's merely sidetracked earlier when he first saw Lillian. It just happened that how he's looking now is almost like a sequel or a continuation of how he reacted that time, and once again, he seems to be unaware of the brilliant luster that resurfaces on his celeste sky irises, that softened profile of his, and the way a corner of his lip slightly stretches in a smitten, giddy smirk.
Then again, people do say that this kind of thing is something that boys don't frequently take notice of, but to girls, the message is as clear as day.
