Suddenly she found Justin standing near her, his hand on the container interrupting her focus. He felt strangely close...or tall. Had he always been that height or was she just short? She tilted her head to look at his face, his expression clearly one of displeasure.
"But you just said...." Her words trailed off. "And then of course, there's how it looked from where I was standing," she tried to defend her words.
"And it's not a matter of how little I think of you. I don't think of you..." Her tongue felt thick, her words like cotton in her mouth. "I mean, I appreciate your convictions. I defended them to my mother."