What you hide in your heart could be read in your eyes Arab proverb
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It was barely a look—closer to a fleeting glance—yet enough to cause his heart to stop beating for a little while.
He really shouldn't haven't been so surprised. Deep down, Nathan always knew that there would never be a day that he would ever have truly been prepared to see Georgia Mitchell ever again. All the same, he was faced with an immediate gut punch of equal regret and elation at seeing her again.
It was just his luck that she would see him again, and of course at his absolute worst.
She was speaking to someone behind the wall of the door where he couldn't see. "What happened?" she asked, voice numb. He felt as though he were still a child, ashamed and awaiting his parents judgement.
"He was found nearby a gravesite," the voice replied. Georgia's eyes flickered over towards Nathan's. It was clear that she was aware he could hear her conversation, but she seemed to want for him to know.
"Drunk?" she asked, voice deadly calm as her eyes remained locked on his. When he nodded, Nathan could see Georgia's eyes close shut for a moment. Her expression crumpled for a second, moisture caking her eyelashes, but she opened them all the same and kept her expression as calm as she could muster. She was like a living statue with the slightest flicker of humanity visible to the naked eye.
She hadn't been like that with him though, she'd always been like an open book.
Her voice was only slightly shaky when she finally replied. "Thank you for letting me know."
The man nodded once resolutely before leaving. It was the two of them now. Georgia took a few painfully slow steps to the door by his room before she stopped by the doorway. Her hand hovered over the frame of the door. Her eyes were looking at everywhere but his own, and Nathan suddenly couldn't help but remember the first time they'd met.
"Are you going to come in or not?" he croaked out. He'd meant to sound teasing, but he sounded more nervous instead. Georgia's brows raised in slight shock as if she'd forgotten he was on the bed before she quickly came in and shut the door behind her.
"You..." she began, voice faltering as her brown eyes raked over him. "You have a beard."
Nathan's hand went to scratch at his jaw as if he'd forgotten. "Yeah, I do."
Georgia nodded once, awkwardly, before shifting on her feet, her shoes squeaking against the bright white linoleum floors. "It's nice. You look nice." She only paused for a moment before she spoke once more. "This is so weird," she muttered, voice quiet.
"And awkward," he added. "Very awkward."
Georgia's eyes widened slightly in agreement. "This is awkward. Which is sad—because, well..."
