His mind warned him to let her walk away while he still could. But his body seemed to ignore his logical part as he stopped her from leaving the room. Then, he gestured for her to take the other seat opposite him.
Both just stared at each other for a minute, undecided about which one should go first, unsure of what to say. But both eyes could not look away.
"I think you should drink your milk," Evan suggested, but he wanted to bump his head on the counter for such a lame line. He knew he could have come up with something better, but his mind went blank as he stared into her eyes.
"Maybe later." She responded with a smile, still holding on to the glass. "What do you want to talk about?" She finally dared to ask, deciding to lower her eyes to the glass, watching the moisture of the glass drip to the wooden surface.
