She turns some pages of her book and sighs deeply. He does not dare turn his head.
After their fight, she put a headset on. He tried to act like he was reading some electronic magazine.
Any move she makes with her feet, her hands or her head, when she beats the rhythm of the music she listens to, unsettles him.
He looks out of the corner of his eye but says nothing. And he acts as if nothing had happened…
She moves and, for the third time, extends her left leg on the armrest. He senses that she can't find a comfortable position. He figures she pretends, too. He smirks and lets out a soft, amused sigh.
And he feels that she is observing him too, now. He tries again to appear absorbed by his electronic tablet.
But he can't take his mind off the fact he must look a total jerk because he suspects she knows that he does not have the Internet access from her apartment…
He would like to get up, to do something. Yell (no, don't yell). Maybe make another cup of tea, then? Or play a disc (no, don't play a disc, she's listening to music…).
So he doesn't move. He remains motionless. Frozen.
The light is beautiful, though.
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