Fedor was drawing when you came in and sat down next to him, reading a book. He felt your presence, and it brought him peace. Sometimes he glanced at you, admiring ur beauty. his hand shook when he noticed you smiling. At one point, he stared at you, with a pencil in his hand. You caught his eye, and poor boy shuddered, dropping the pencil. You bent down to pick it up, and oh lord, your faces were inches apart. Fedor froze, then quickly returned to his seat, blushing

"..perdonami per favore"