Juno may have been making an effort not to look at Marco, but she had his full attention. He watched her walk away, closer than he would have liked to admit. He watched her duck behind the counter, and had to slap a hand over his mouth to silence a laugh as he had a reaction similar to the one he'd had earlier, when she'd slapped at her thigh. Oh god, she was cute. Oh god, she was cute. And for some reason, cute didn't seem to be the right word for it.
Was this the mind control? Or was he really just realizing how great she was?
He watched her as she settled back in beside him. He opened his mouth, hoping to ask her what was going on with them right now. Nothing came out. He tried again, and managed a few syllables that did not go together.