Roisín wasn't able to keep herself looking down for longer than a dozen of seconds, for she was soon looking at Ollie through her lashes. Seeing the others around him pointing at the food table, she raised her head, stared at them for a couple of seconds and then turned her head to look at her hand, the one which was handling most of her body weight.
Was her hand was really laid on the food table? And Ollie was going to go to the food table, wasn't he? So Ollie was going to get near to her? Oh Merlin, he was. He was going to approach her.
At once, her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly, unsure whether to be joyful about having him that near or scared for acting silly. Biting her lower lip, she looked back at Ollie and then at her hand and back again. Should she just stay there or run away from that place? Oh Merlin, what to do, what to do? |