She had looked at me more than once, waiting for me to say something.
I didn't.
It wasn't because I didn't notice her.
I noticed everything.
I had simply resisted the urge to compliment her. I could have told her how good she looked and watched the pleased expression that would have appeared on her face afterward, but instead, I behaved as though nothing about her appearance had caught my attention.
I knew it had confused her.
She had also been unusually interested in knowing what I was doing and when I would be leaving. At one point, I could tell she had been waiting for me to ask when she planned to leave Silver Hollow, or if she wanted to leave with me, but I deliberately didn't ask.
I could almost imagine what she had thought when I failed to ask. Perhaps she had wondered whethe
