Roses
@theo-chaussard
The sinking in her chest was almost as heavy as the aquamarine ring she wore on her left hand. She preferred diamonds or pearls, finding them much more classic, but something about this one called to her at the event gathering. Despite the two obviously having ‘matched’ for the evening, they had yet to speak more than a few words to one another. A greeting here, a awkward chuckle there. It was not their normal communication.
Now, sat in the back of a car with only half a foot of space between them, Lisette felt like a twenty year old again afraid of the man next to her noticing her glances. Well if he sees me looking anyway- “I like your suit, I don’t think I’ve seen this one before,” Lisette forces her voice to remain level even as her nerves eat at her. The only tell revealing this? Her -ever so slightly- bouncing leg.