Tino stared down at her, taking in everything. As she inched closer to him, her scent made him dizzy with nostalgia. And that wasn't all. The way she was looking at him-- like he wasn't the total scum of the Earth, like he mattered, like she used to look at him? -- it made his head spin. Really, he wanted nothing more than to bend down and kiss her. But he couldn't.
And so, as she moved even closer, he let go of her hand, his concentration, and by association, Mia. He didn't want her like that. He was just trying to make a point.