Anos held Amelia's gaze for a long moment, surprised at how she didn't immediately turn away. After a second, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked to the side, avoiding his eyes. He almost chuckled—she was flustered. And yet, people often said that a man and a woman staring at each other for too long was bound to mean something, maybe even spark unexpected feelings. Anos never believed that sort of nonsense. But maybe there was some truth to it.
Clearing his throat, he finally spoke. "Amelia, about the other day… what happened, it really was an accident."
Amelia turned back to him, her expression skeptical. "An accident?" she asked, folding her arms. "I've heard of accidental bumps or brushes, but a pinch?"
