The air in the lounge was thick with silence.
André and Vivienne were still there. Still on that same damn chaise, like their bodies had been glued to it by fate or some evil curse. Neither of them moved. Neither of them even breathed too loudly. It was so quiet that even the clock on the wall sounded like it was screaming at them to do something.
Their eyes were locked. Completely locked.
And for a minute, it felt like three entire months passed.
Vivienne's mind started yelling first.
Why the fuck is he looking at me like that? What is wrong with his face? Stop staring at me like you're in love, you idiot. You look like a starving puppy. Look away, Vivienne. Look away, you lovesick useless idiot.
But she couldn't. Her eyes refused to obey. Her stupid body just sat there, frozen, staring at him.
Then André spoke softly. "Why are you looking at me like that, Vivienne?"
His voice was calm, deep, too gentle for her liking.
