[She can feel his eyes on her without even looking up, like they could bore holes right through her skull. She feels acutely aware of him, the magnetic positive to her negative, listening for him, waiting for him. Part of her aches. No, most of her aches. The text on the page is wholly lost on her. She reaches for her coffee, but it feels like even the taste has vanished.
When he speaks to the waitress, it feels like an opportune moment to chance a glance, just a cautious glance aside.]
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Date: 2023-06-02 03:19 am (UTC)When he speaks to the waitress, it feels like an opportune moment to chance a glance, just a cautious glance aside.]