Cold, sweaty hands but with warmness on it. Deep, fascinating stares, thumping heart as if they were both chased by thousands of hideous critters.
And a magical feeling embraced both of them that led to a pick of great happiness.
"H- Halora…," he stared at her as he began with his short yet, romantic speech. "Do you like it?"
He sounded like an innocent young man who asked his ultimate crush if she liked the color of his shirt. His blue, captivating eyes stuck on her perfect, adorable face as her lips shivered in fear and pressure.
Halora bowed her head and felt nervous. Everything was definitely perfect and she could have not wish for more than what she has seen around.
But he lifted up her chin, met her confusing gaze courageously. He said, "H- hey, please say something! I… I am not used to it and it's quite my first time!"
