“Sorry? Did you say something?” Renly quirked one eyebrow a little higher, convinced that he’d seen the man’s lips move but not actually sure if he’d heard anything over the din of the restaurant. He felt conspicuous, as he stood there with the soup in hand, acutely aware that a complete stranger was staring him at with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Um, did you want the soup?”
While he was waiting for the man to speak, Renly looked him over once from head to toe. He wasn’t blind, after all. He could especially appreciate the long hair. His gaze was drawn to flushed cheeks and wide blue eyes, framed by long lashes. The only question was why this long-haired, blue-eyed man was staring at Renly as if he were a ghost. When the man stood up suddenly, Renly set the soup back down on the counter and raised his hands.
“Hey, look – don’t worry about the soup.”
A furrow appeared on his brow, and he watched carefully for any sudden movements from the man. Was he having some kind of heart attack? Had Renly actually managed to say something offensive without meaning to? Was he about to be attacked? The man certainly looked capable of doing some damage.