[ something... tingles when she looks at him, their gazes catching for just a second. or maybe it's not tingling, exactly, but it's a curious, subtle sensation that derek can't quite put a name to.
he rises, leaning over the table to peer at her, brows knitted together in confusion. ]
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he rises, leaning over the table to peer at her, brows knitted together in confusion. ]
What was that? [ first, then: ] Are you okay?