Samuel Johnson sat elegantly and politely on the sofa, nodding to Amanda Smith as she emerged from the bathroom, "A few days ago, I argued with Joy, which led me to speak such disrespectful words. I'm very sorry, Miss Smith."
Amanda's white nightgown and hair were a bit rough from just waking up, trailing behind her as she stood barefoot on the floor, looking at him with a mix of confusion and nervousness, appearing like a bewildered little animal.
Samuel's eyes darkened slightly, and his smile grew deeper. He stood up from the sofa and slowly approached Amanda, careful as if capturing prey, his smile and voice laced with a hint of bewitchment, "So, Miss Smith, could you forgive my thoughtless mistake from the other day?"
His warm breath brushed her face. Amanda suddenly snapped back to reality; the man's enlarged face loomed before her eyes, his gaze respectful, polite, and even his gestures were courteous, leaning forward slightly as if asking a question.
