"The way I feel about you." It kept ringing in her head as he stared into her eyes.
It was what frightened him the most. What did it mean? He was afraid that he might be feeling more than he intended. All of a sudden, she was confused.
She did not expect him to say that, and now, she was left stunned, unable to react to his words. She did not anticipate that kind of response to a question meant to be just for fun.
"I think it is getting late." She abruptly mumbled, grabbing her bag at the side of the table, breaking the connection they had.
She could not describe why she felt anxious with his statement. It was not as if he declared that he was madly in love with her or the exact opposite. It was vague, but she felt she was not ready for the explanation.
"Yes, it is." He was not surprised by her retreat. He realized that if she told him those same lines, he might end up running in the other direction too.
