Cordelia could tell that he was looking at her due to how she had accidentally mentioned kissing. That caused her to blush and divert her eyes, since she certainly knew nothing good could come of kissing a guy she had just met, even if it did feel like she had known him forever.
"Well, come upstairs."
With that, she headed towards the stairs that led-up to where she lived. She was starting to chide herself for being so bold with him. How could she really know that he would not be gone come tomorrow, even if things were kept platonic. She certainly was not about to go to bed with him; that was something Cordelia could never do without feeling disgusted with herself. But still, she really did not want him to leave; it was as if she had waited years for him to arrive.
"I'll show you that really weird journal thing that I found. I mean, I probably should have written in it by now, but, I always get weirded out by it."
And truth be told, whenever she as much as glanced at it, she would start remembering things that had never happened. She would start to miss those memories, and those people.
She stopped before the stairs and held onto the ring, just looking at him for a moment. She suddenly felt so overwhelmed by those memories and feelings she could not place, that she thought she was going to cry, but she was not sure why she would be feeling that. Everything seemed alright, but part of her felt as if nothing between them could ever end well.
"I'm sorry," her voice was soft and she seemed so melancholy all of a sudden. The young man in front of her was not someone she had just met, but the same boy from the dream with the rings. It was not the bookstore, but a place where they were surrounded by marble pillars and what looked like the ruins all around them, but new, "I just...I was afraid."