Frivolous chatter, insignificant chatter, chatter to cover up the awkwardness of the moment. Meaningless words to deceive those around her into thinking that she was OK...that everything was OK.
She really didn't expect to see him so soon after their parting. The pain was still raw and fresh. A new wound. He smiled at her briefly across the room and her face burned and smarted with the embarrassment of it all. How dare he stand there and look so handsome, so nonchalant, like he didn't have a care in the world?
Partaking in the useless talk of those around her to cover the rush of emotions that assailed her. Laughing at nothing in particular, and all the while his eyes burned into her, reducing her into a state of nerves and tension.
Her laughter was false, her words were idle, his presence hung over her like a shadow. And then to her horror...her complete and utter disbelief....he started to approach her. Taking slow, measured footsteps, looking for all the world like a man with a purpose. She gasped aloud, forgetting for a moment her surroundings. To her it seemed like they were the only two people in the room...in the world. She shivered, briefly experiencing a whisper of delicious apprehension........
