Damien's eyes were fierce, blue and attractive and made her feel like they were piercing her mismatched gaze. The male kept his eyes on her, didn't pull away and her eyes focused on his hand. One simple gesture, no malice or hard words or even a nasty stare.
At first, she didn't want to, the feeling of depression or rejection was too great. But, as we all know, Merope wasn't the kind of girl to not come when called or gestured to. Silently, she pressed her hands against the top of the table and disappeared into the cafe. A few moments later, she slipped out of the door behind someone and stood in front of Damien, her head unable to catch his gaze at all now, her arms touching the fabric on the sides of her weathered dress, clutching the fabric.
She had declined in her open personality since she withdrew,"......" Merope couldn't manage speech, his face was so attractive that looking at it made her unable to do anything even remotely human. Say something, Merope.
Anything, c'mon. Her subconscious willed, but she refrained and finally raised her eyes to his for only a second.