[She stares at him, a silence settling in over them, the only sound the echo of the water dripping slowly from the tap. She can hear it in his question, that heaviness, and she is tempted to turn on the faucet just so that she can break this self-imposed tension that pulls at the air.
But she doesn't.
Instead, she sets the razor down on the sink beside her, picks up the towel, and starts to dab it gently on his cheek, never once breaking eye contact with him. If he stares long and deep enough, he might spot the genuine promise within them.]
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But she doesn't.
Instead, she sets the razor down on the sink beside her, picks up the towel, and starts to dab it gently on his cheek, never once breaking eye contact with him. If he stares long and deep enough, he might spot the genuine promise within them.]
As I said, don't keep me waiting for long...