~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Along the way, Mariya couldn't hold back the fear and pressure beneath her chest. She has never felt such trepidation for her entire life.
She was peeking out of his adorable face and bluish eyes. Mariya can not take off her eyes on him even though the darkness appeared that made the surrounding frigid and dull.
"Your hands are wet, young lady. Are you feeling uncomfortable being with me?"
He abruptly said without warning.
Mariya slightly shook her head and gave him a whimsical smile. She said, "Every woman who will be going to be in my shoes will be similar to my hands. In other words, it is honestly a conventional thing."
"To be candid, you are the first woman who I have met that never attempted to confess her feelings towards me. I am a humble and modest type of man who abominates women who effortlessly fall in love with a stranger."
