Warren's entire world was contained in the soup in that mug. He felt her inch closer and obliged, doing the same with his vision locked in one place. He reached up to steady the mug for her, trying not to be all shoulders and elbows for once and took the vessel between palms like an item for prayer.
Half-turned towards her, he observed the spoon and lowered his face towards it before taking the mouthful of soup. He slurped a bit, then turned his head in an attempt to retain any grace or dignity just a hair too late.
"Thank you..." He kept his eyes low, feeling all the world a fool and that being plain on his face and in his cheeks.
Half-turned towards her, he observed the spoon and lowered his face towards it before taking the mouthful of soup. He slurped a bit, then turned his head in an attempt to retain any grace or dignity just a hair too late.
"Thank you..." He kept his eyes low, feeling all the world a fool and that being plain on his face and in his cheeks.