"Excuse me... I'm going down to get something to drink... can I bring you something?"
She lifts her head for the first time, and our eyes meet. They are just like Dominic's, but darker and more hardened. Still, there's no hostility in her gaze. Just exhaustion.
"N-no, it's fine. Thank you... I don't want to be a bother," she replied in a faint voice.
I give a slight smile and say nothing more. I head downstairs in silence.
When I return, I'm holding two steaming cups. I approached and handed her one without saying anything.
"It's no trouble, I say softly, watching her hesitate for a few seconds before accepting the cup." I didn't know how you liked it, so I ordered it the way I liked it.
She tries it without much enthusiasm but doesn't show any sign of dislike. It seems she likes it.
