Mellookeehl

"[First]." You break the guised indifference, gaze shifting to the man on the other end. He currently scans the laminated menu with scrutiny, finger tapping restlessly on the table. You gulped. You are more nervous at this moment than that panel interview,  you realized. "[First]?" Your heart jumps and you let out a faint squeak, this time meeting his intrigued gaze. You feel warmth crawling up your cheeks, and he leans further, steel hues softening beneath knitted brows. "You don’t seem well..." And you watch in slow motion as his palm hovers inches above your forehead. Sadly, your ninja senses thought it was the perfect timing