there was no where for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
Though Everest kept his eyes on his own page, ever since Soh appeared in his vicinity he'd become incredibly distracted by her presence. This wasn't necessarily anything to do with her being a beautiful young woman (that was part of it, to be sure), but more so had to do with his inability to decide if he was obligated to say something to her. Someone else, Mateo for instance, might call out a breezy hello, make some comment about the weather, or even offer up a tension-breaking quip. Unable to do any of these things, the young aviator shifted several times in place, staring blankly down at his paper while trying to see as much through his peripheral vision as he was able, without making any obvious movements.
It would be rude to look at Soh, but..was it equally rude just to ignore her?
So, after having thought it over and over and over in his mind, eventually Everest steeled his nerve enough to quietly clear his throat. (Gods, had that been too loud? Had it been rude?) "Hello." He mumbled in a voice perhaps too quiet for Soh to have even heard. "I see that you're sketching. Not...that I was watching. I mean, I did look up, it isn't like I have telepathy or anything like that, and.." Realizing that what was meant to simply be a casual greeting was quickly turning into a crazy amount of word-vomit, the aviator made himself take a breath even as he stared down with wide, panicked eyes at his knees.
"..I'm sketching too. Sorry."
It would be rude to look at Soh, but..was it equally rude just to ignore her?
So, after having thought it over and over and over in his mind, eventually Everest steeled his nerve enough to quietly clear his throat. (Gods, had that been too loud? Had it been rude?) "Hello." He mumbled in a voice perhaps too quiet for Soh to have even heard. "I see that you're sketching. Not...that I was watching. I mean, I did look up, it isn't like I have telepathy or anything like that, and.." Realizing that what was meant to simply be a casual greeting was quickly turning into a crazy amount of word-vomit, the aviator made himself take a breath even as he stared down with wide, panicked eyes at his knees.
"..I'm sketching too. Sorry."
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