He doesn't even realize it, but he starts to make a sketch of the scene, his eyes alternating between the mysterious man and the paper. Such beauty needed to be recorded on paper, after all.
Henry had lost himself in his own thoughts, looking out at the horizon. The ocean was calm. The ship sailed smoothly, everything was perfect. Why was his stomach full of knots, then?
He doesn't have any answer to that. All he knew was that the closer he got to his destination, the more his mind filled with doubts.
Unconsciously, he grips the railing, knuckles going white from the force. And then… he feels a gaze. That sensation of someone watching him. He looks around, and meets eyes staring back.
William was caught in the act, feeling a wave of heat spreading over his face. He swallows hard, trying to find the courage to keep the eye contact. But the other man doesn't seem bothered, he doesn't look away either. Instead, slowly, a smile forms on his lips. Oh, that smile. William felt like he wanted to capture that moment and keep it with him in a safe forever.
But then…
A young woman's voice rang out behind william, causing him to whip his head around.
"Huh??" William muttered to himself in his British accents.
The young woman, who was wearing a white dress that must have cost a fortune. Her hands were clasped gracefully in front of her lap.
"You were staring at Mister Bukater."
She spoke like she was reprimanding a child. William couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation in his heart.
"Miss, is there something wrong at stearing? I don't see anything inappropriate"