Just as Venessa excused herself, Alexis couldn't help but ponder on a few things over their conversation.
The way Arthur looks at you
How does he look at her? Isn't it just the normal way he does it?
To be honest, there wasn't any difference in the way he looked at her since day one and now. Yes, if she remembers it correctly, the first time when they met each other, his eyes were colder.
Much colder and icy. He looked just as unapproachable as his usual self. But after they got to know each other over those drunken venting, those eyes got pretty softened up. Honestly, he wasn't as uptight as he seemed, not as icy as he wanted to look.
Wasn't he just a little cutie trying to act all crispy at times?
Yes, there was a drastic change in the way his soft brown eyes cooled down over a few drinks of sorrowful reminisces to the point it melted her down. And she did something she would have never done at that time, lowering her guard down in front of a stranger.
