How could Lisa not notice him and the way he was reacting? When she noticed how low and quiet his voice had been, she turned, almost worried that something was wrong, though she quickly realized that that wasn't the problem at all. She stood there watching him, waiting expectantly for either his reprimand or something else. She stared, a gaze that Padma would certainly be upset about.
In the back of her mind, she was telling herself to step away, apologize and change the subject politely, and she was about to try to do just that when he spoke her name, very slowly. It sent a shiver down her spine, and as much as she hated to admit it, she wouldn't mind hearing it again.
Not wasting a moment, Lisa reached for his face with her fingertips, very slowly, in case he might think she were going to slap him. Her fingers barely grazed the side of his face before she pulled her fingers away, saying his name softly before she could stop herself.
"Jam-- Mr. Crotchup," she corrected herself, but it was too late.