With eyes locked on her target, Maisie found it hard to break away from the gaze until after some minutes. She reminded herself of what she was exactly here for.
Her hands found the white box and she gently caressed it as she breathed in sharply.
'You can do this. No one is there right now' She cheered herself on.
The man was by the table all by himself as his guests had just left some while ago. He was twirling the wine with his fingers. A look of boredom on his face.
Isolde who noticed that her friend seemed lost, talked to her. "What is is Maisie? Are you okay?"
At the question, Xavier turned his head to the girl in question and he saw her shook her head with a nervous chuckle.
A few minutes later, she excused herself from them with the box in her hands. Xavier and Isolde watched where she was going with a curious gaze.
