Well, he’d figured she was still mad at him, but he’d hoped that maybe… maybe if he confessed she might be willing to give him a chance…
The shout cut through the music – and Tal’s heart. Well… more or less. It wasn’t like he hadn’t known it was a long shot, but the direct and forceful rejection had the courier visibly wilting. His shoulders rounded down and his gaze dropped to his feet as he swallowed hard against the rush of heat to his cheeks and ears. He froze on the stage, willing his feet to move but feeling like they were nailed to the floor with mortification.
But then! The voice of an angel, offering redemption!
He glanced up to spy Jack one of Mel’s friends sitting next to her, giving him all the encouragement he needed! After all, hadn’t he been just as stubborn and stand-offish when they’d met? Maybe… maybe Mel was just shy, and giving him a taste of his own medicine!
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tal looked at Melita bashfully from beneath dark lashes, twisting his toe against the floor boards of the stage. ”Mel… I mean, Melita… would y’do me th’great honor… o’ bein’ my date tonight?” he asked, voice gruff with hope and the sweetness of alcoholic blushberries.
The shout cut through the music – and Tal’s heart. Well… more or less. It wasn’t like he hadn’t known it was a long shot, but the direct and forceful rejection had the courier visibly wilting. His shoulders rounded down and his gaze dropped to his feet as he swallowed hard against the rush of heat to his cheeks and ears. He froze on the stage, willing his feet to move but feeling like they were nailed to the floor with mortification.
But then! The voice of an angel, offering redemption!
He glanced up to spy Jack one of Mel’s friends sitting next to her, giving him all the encouragement he needed! After all, hadn’t he been just as stubborn and stand-offish when they’d met? Maybe… maybe Mel was just shy, and giving him a taste of his own medicine!
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tal looked at Melita bashfully from beneath dark lashes, twisting his toe against the floor boards of the stage. ”Mel… I mean, Melita… would y’do me th’great honor… o’ bein’ my date tonight?” he asked, voice gruff with hope and the sweetness of alcoholic blushberries.
