Counterbalance
His gaze dropped to her necklace.
An idea bloomed, and she held up a finger, telling him to hold on. She strode to her purse on the table, dug around until she found what she was searching for, and moved back in front of him. His eyes shifted from the floor to her necklace again.
"Look at me, please. Up here." She waved her hand, indicating her face, and he complied. "I want you to understand me and look in my eyes. Get used to it. They're your focal point now, your safety net. Here, you'll find no judgment or pressure. I'll be there for all your appearances. If you start to feel nervous or overwhelmed, just find me."
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