There was no end to her embarrassment. If she could become one with the wall, she would have done so by now. Instead, she resorted to bury her face to whatever surface she could find. The sofa's backrest, the wall and her arms had fallen prey to be one of her hiding tools.
She wondered what goes through his mind when he saw her antics. It was quite hard to judge since he always had that smile plastered on his friendly and kind face with amusement in his eyes. Was the amusement directed at her or was that just his resting face; she has not got a clue yet.
As Sara continued to ramble on and on by herself in her mind, she felt an invisible heavy weights placed on her small shoulders. Slowly and slowly her shoulders began to droop and her top long eyelashes felt the need to meet the bottom ones. Her eyelids were fighting a lonely battle as it tried to keep the gate of her vision opened.
