You asked him how he got his scar.
The race car driver glanced away. A rush of pink flooded his cheeks as a sheepish chuckle escaped from his lips.
"Ah well. Don't tell anyone, but it's actually quite an embarrassing story." He said, tugging at the collar of his firesuit. "But, I suppose I can tell you. Just promise me you'll keep it between us, m'kay?"
You asked him how he got his scar.
The spy stiffened. His winter blue eyes widened, immediately tearing their gaze away from yours. A cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The atmosphere grew thick, and silence emerged; welcoming itself to its new home.
You patiently waited for his response.
Yet you were greeted with only nothing, but a disgruntled grunt.
"I have to go now. I'm needed elsewhere."