~STEWART~
We ate in silence, fighting the urge to speak to her. Everything about her screamed perfect. From the way she took her cutlery to the way she ate her food.
You could call me a love-struck bastard, and I wouldn't care.
I had a lot to say to her, but I didn't know a better way to utter those words without getting her angry.
I was afraid the feelings I thought were mutual could be my assumptions, and that could ruin the wonderful moment we were supposed to have today. And risk was one of the things I didn't want to take today.
Whatever it may be, whether assumptions or not, I would just say them another day and let things play out the way they ought to.
"Gosh! The food is so good," she spurted out, dropping the cutlery. A satisfied smile appeared on her face, and she cackled out while staring at the sea, her steady breath beating the rhythm of the waves. For a moment, I guessed she forgot about my existence.
To be honest, I loved that for her. It felt awkward that we could
