The tea was served by his hand and I felt bothered the more it sank in my head how things suddenly turned from seductive…
"...."
"...."
... To this dreary silence that doesn't even let me enjoy the honeyed tea he gentlemanly served for us.
'It's awkward to say anything… although I can't even do that without my post-it notes.' — I told Marianne as I brought the teacup to our selfish mouth that, if it's food, it will move annoyingly well.
"..."
'Right… maybe I'm exaggerating. It hasn't been even five minutes of silence. I'm sure it's just me being paranoid around this hunk–'
"Is the tea to the Lady's liking?"
"!?" — 'Yes!'
Forcing me out of the ponder, I nodded energetically… A bit too much, though. Since my mute condition felt stronger at the lack of words.
"....."
"... I suppose we do need the Lady's stack to converse further."
"....."
