Hugo sat across from Lily, his expression like a stone statue carved by the gods of indifference.
He looked like he was completely unbothered, maybe even a little bored, but inside? Inside, Hugo was an absolute mess.
His brain was in complete chaos.
'Why isn't she saying anything? Does she hate me? Does she think I'm ugly? Or worse—boring?! Oh no, what if I come off as desperate? No, stay cool, Hugo. You're calm. You're collected. You're... oh my god, what is she even thinking?!'
His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might actually be louder than the clock ticking on the wall.
But still, he kept his face completely still, like some sort of emotionless action hero.
Lily, meanwhile, looked like she might combust. Her face was so red that Hugo briefly wondered if she might be allergic to him.
