She pretended to take notes, while watching him from the corner of her eye. Her heart started to pound as he moved closer to her, seating himself at the table. Bella’s breathing became jittery and flustered, as she made a show of rifling through her papers.
She couldn’t put a finger on her feelings. She wasn’t afraid of him, nor was she intimidated. She was…curious? Perhaps even in awe. His movements were so precise and he carried himself with confidence. It intrigued her.
But why was he interested in her?
“U-uh,” Bella stuttered nervously. “Did I take your table of something?”