Tension hangs in the air, and in his chest. She's hesitating and it's killing him on the inside.
And then––
It's a nearly simultaneous thing, the two of them both with their drinks pressed to their mouths. He is tempted to drain it, but instead just takes a long drag from his glass. His face feels warm, but he tells himself it's just the alcohol.
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And then––
It's a nearly simultaneous thing, the two of them both with their drinks pressed to their mouths. He is tempted to drain it, but instead just takes a long drag from his glass. His face feels warm, but he tells himself it's just the alcohol.