[Trigger Warning: Vague mentions of s*ic*de. Read at your own discretion.]
"What are you looking at?" Nancy was irked at his constant stares.
Samuel quickly looked away from her.
"I asked you something, bitch!" Nancy leaned toward him. She furrowed her brows to add pressure.
"Can I not look at you?" Samuel asked politely.
"You can."
"Then why must you question me-"
"Samuel,"
"Nancy."
"You can look at me," Nancy murmured, "But the way you looked at me just now…" She narrowed her eyes, leaning into his face, "What's on your mind? Say it. I won't eat you. I won't say shit. Heck, I'll become mute for this."
Samuel gulped, finding her an inch apart. "I had a trail of thoughts," He truthfully said.
"Tell me all of it."
