Her eyes snapped up and she found Rafael looking at her.
"I … I… was … just…" a nervous chuckle left her lips, "Dean is just a friend, and I…"
"Why explanations, Marissa?" he asked her in the softest voice, there was a gentleness in his eyes, "I didn't demand any explanation," he smirked with a shrug.
Marissa was taken aback, "You mean you…"
Walking slowly, he came closer and then stopped at some distance, "I was here to talk to George. And then I wanted to meet you."
"You wanted to meet me?" she asked him, placing her index finger on her chest. The familiar giddy feeling was back in the pit of her stomach when his green eyes locked onto hers, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer.
"Hell, yeah. I wanted to meet you," he replied, his voice low and teasing as he shoved his hands into his pockets, a playful grin spreading across his face "Why else would I come here?"
