"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" She took a few steps in the general direction of her own shoe locker, and stopped, and clasped her hands behind her back. And waited for some form of distancing; some push-away; something.
He was going to be a hard nut to crack. Man, what if I do end up married to this guy? she asked herself, while waiting for his answer, with a smile a bit too pleasantly reminiscent of Misaki or Toshi.