A Quiet Kind of Warmth
He said ". Maybe" and then he looked at her. He thought that maybe they like what she has better, than what he has. He said "they prefer yours".
Her breath caught a little. She hid it with a small smile. "You do not do a job of giving compliments Victor."
He said it was not because he was trying to make me feel good. He was just telling the truth.
Sasha looked away like something, on the path caught her eye. It was a movement but it did not hide the fact that her face was getting red. Sasha lifted her hand. Pushed a piece of hair behind her ear giving herself a moment to calm down.
