He crossed his arms on his chest when the trial ended, looking you up and down as the judge announced the sentence. He had to take a minute to stop himself from staring. Impressed by how you just won the case against him.

He stepped in front of you in a swift move as you walked to the exit, looking into your confused eyes with his tired ones.

“That was hot just now. The defense. I mean…the way you talked…”

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a futile attempt to keep his eyes on yours. He was acting like a damn teenager.

“…Yeah. Sorry for yapping.”