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"Is the smoke disturbing you?" He shook his head. "No, not at all." he almost whispered. I just wanted to watch his eyeballs for a moment. He had such an intense look in his dreamy green eyes that it almost melted me off, however, I was determined not to look away. The more I looked, the greener his eyes got. It was just like a fairy tail moment we shared. It appeared to me that he was almost willing to say something with his eyes. "Say it." I was rushed. He didn't even look surprised that I said such thing. He was doing it on purpose, then. He wanted me to see that he had been dying to say something. "What do you want me to say?" "What your eyes say. Tell me." I leaned into the table. His dimples were getting apparent as he laughed. The sparks of joy found their way into his eyes. "And what do they say, you think?" His eyelashes were fidget. "I got no idea, Harold." I was also doing it on purpose. Well, a bit of a game wouldn't hurt anybody, would it? He immediately stopped laughing. The mockery face of his disappeared in seconds. He gulped. As seconds were passing slower than ever, his face was getting closer to mine. I couldn't breathe, it was like I forgot how to, somehow. "Let's leave." I whispered weakly. "Let's leave." he also said in a quiet tone. But neither of us was able to move.
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