Romans & histoires He Shouldn't Have Been Standing There Gif

It was like he didn't want to get up from there. He moved to stand behind the mic on the podium. He adjusted it to his height. He leaned in and stared at the crowd. "We..I.." he stared and caught off. He stood up straighter. Was he okay? A hand moved to his neck and he squeezed on it and stared blankly at the crowd. "Is he okay?" I turned to his mother. She must have some idea. People were waiting for his opinion and he just stood there blankly. "I will send something to the gen.."

Not because he’s wrong. But because he’s right. “Stop…” I whisper. His voice lowers. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “I KNOW THAT,” I snap. “You’re annoying, but you’re not a villain.” He huffs out something that might actually be a laugh. Then— He kneels. IN FRONT OF ME. AT THE WATER COOLER. LIKE A DRAMA HERO MAKING A CONFESSION. “Don’t kneel,” I whisper. “Someone’s going to take a photo.”

"I'm not asking you to sit." "Good." "I just thought standing in the middle of the café looking like we're about to fight might attract attention." I glanced around. Several people had started looking. Wonderful. Reluctantly, I walked toward the table. I didn't sit. Neither did he. "I won't keep you long," he said. "I'd appreciate that." He nodded once. "I would too." That caught me off guard. He sighed. "I know you're uncomfortable." "You have no idea." "I probably do."

“Where is he? Show me.” “He didn't make it,” Gareth delivered, his voice dead and level.

I cough into my fist. He grins at me. “I figured,” he chuckles. “Just making sure.” He pauses for a moment, his eyes sweeping over me. “I just want to make sure I won’t be liable, should you try to actually…” He gestures towards me, his brows furrows slightly as he attempts to articulate what he actually means. He gives up after about thirty seconds and instead brings his finger to his throat and pantomimes slitting it. “Pfffft. No way in hell you’ll be held liable.”

I retrieved my underwears and threw my summer gown on before approaching him where he stood with a long face. He appeared to be making a call. "Let the B- Team stand down and return to position, I'm fine, no sign of danger" He hung up the call and turned to face me. "Maybe I should stay away from you, it's me they want not you" I was scared of someone getting hurt because of me even though I wasn't emotionally ready to leave. Mr. Pompous rubbed his temple and scoffed before turning to face the open space created by the blast.

He stood up and wiped off the imaginary dust on his trousers. “Don't bite your lips like that, it's distracting. Only strippers do that" he said, avoiding eye contact and acting weird. “Ouu, look who's flustered “ I said teasingly. " It's rather unwise to have such thoughts “ he corrected, in a very serious tone.

I say and he smiles “He would be with you, but at a reasonable distance and you don’t need to tell anyone " he tells me and i stood up to leave

“Awake?” I looked at my right side, he was there, standing. “You should sit down and have a rest. What are you doing?” I raised an eyebrow and stood up. he is so stupid to stand like this. “Well, just exercising” “Exercising!? What the hell is wrong with you?” “Nothing,” he smirked. “Why?” “You are ill. You were shot! You need to rest” “Yeah, that’s what I am saying. I was just shot. Nothing else”

But he stepped back, and with wide eyes, he shook his head aggressively. “No, no, no, no.” I looked up at him as he guided me up; slight panic in his blue eyes. “You do not kneel in front of me, Rina.” He looked to the side and suddenly brushed a hand on his temple as he exhaled a breath. “I’m gonna get killed…” “What?” I frowned, not hearing his last mumbled words. He looked back at me, flashing those charming dimples again. “Nothing. I’m just saying it’s okay. You don’t need to do that. I wouldn’t look less gorgeous with a stain on those shoes, I promise.”