He slowly pivoted on his foot, his eyes meeting mine in hanging eye contact, and I grappled with a nervous flurry of thoughts. At that moment, a whirlwind of nervous feelings pushed me to the edge. The air between us felt heavier as I struggled to find the right words, my heart beating a little faster with each passing second. Words eluded me momentarily, leaving me in an anxious silence.
But then, as if time had slowed, my words escaped my lips in a hesitant, almost trembling manner. But then, almost hurriedly, I managed to stammer, "Your blazer."
Fumbling with the fastenings, I struggled to open it, my fingers trembling. I effortlessly stood up from the loveseat, my heart thumping with excitement as I prepared to hand it back to him. In the midst of this motion, a sharp, searing pain emanated from the gunshot wound on my side, nearly causing me to lose my balance.
