I don’t move, it try not to anyways. She sits in front of me and I can’t do anything that will make her have a dislike for me.

Her long fingers wrap around the glass as she takes it to her lips while her brown eyes watch me intensely.

“Do you like the orange juice?”

She doesn’t respond, she just continues to stare.

“Does that mean you like it?”

I begin to fiddle in the spot and I watch her swirl the remaining drink in the glass. What I mean is that she swirls the glass, only for a second before she drops it down and a smile slowly forms...