—You don't like this tea, do you? —he told you with his gaze fixed on you, analyzing you—

You were sitting next to each other in the meeting room in Devenementiel, it was already past closing time, and there were only you two left in the building, you had an idea to finish for an event, and Thomas had decided to accompany you until you finished.

—And don't say yes out of obligation —he spoke before you could answer— I can tell by that gesture, when you wrinkle your nose, that something doesn't please you

A small silence formed between you, and he realized that he had said too much, and had made it obvious that he was looking at you, a lot.

—Do you want me to change it? —he said as he stood up and took the glass, trying to avoid looking at you, because he had blushed and his cheeks were burning—