It is like the ocean
Francisco's lips curled into a small smile, and he began to tap his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes fixed on Hazel, he remarked,
Francisco
You look beautiful in blue.
Hazel, in contrast, swallowed her food and pressed her lips together. It was evident she was growing weary of Francisco's conversation, and her primary desire was to leave the situation.
Hazel
Thank you, sir, but I don't like blue
Francisco inquired, tilting his head with a genuine interest to know more about her preferences.
Hazel
Because I feel like blue is not for me.
Hazel explained, her response indicating a personal aversion to the color.
Francisco took a deep breath, absorbing her words.
Francisco
So, you hate blue?
Hazel nodded in agreement, confirming her dislike for the color.
Francisco, with a hint of amusement, raised his eyebrows slowly and added,
Francisco
So you also hate my eye color.
The remark was delivered with a teasing tone, revealing a playful side to Francisco's demeanor.
Francisco and Hazel locked gazes. Hazel didn't anticipate Francisco's unexpected question about his eyes, and her attempts to explain herself were interrupted as he got up from his chair.
As Francisco approached her and pulled a chair beside her, Hazel felt a surge of nervousness. Despite her attempts to remain composed, the proximity between them heightened the tension. Francisco took a seat close to her, their eyes still locked in an intense exchange.
Francisco
Say about my eyes, Hazel
Francisco demanded, his gaze unwavering.
Hazel blinked her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She rubbed her earlobe lightly, attempting to defuse the tension with a light smile. This situation was becoming increasingly bothersome for her.
Hazel thought her frustration was evident. Francisco, however, was persistent.
His voice echoed in her ear, accompanied by his warm breath. Startled, she turned to face him once again, meeting his penetrating gaze.
With a deep breath, she began to speak, her words carrying a mixture of discomfort and reluctance.
Hazel began, her voice trailing off.
Their gazes remained locked, a silent exchange between them. Hazel felt the weight of Francisco's proximity and the intoxicating scent that surrounded her.
Hazel
It is like the ocean.
Comments
its like he says i love you, and she says good for you
2023-12-27
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