A Bad Habit
The air in the museum hung thickly with unsaid words between them.
“Please come to Tenebuiro if you have the time. I'll show you around,” Stella said as an awkward farewell.
“Yes, that sounds good,” Noctis replied, not even sure if the strange woman heard him as she ran off down the hallway.
Occasionally thoughts had a bad habit of suddenly slipping out of Stella’s mouth. She was straightforward and direct and found it difficult to keep her notions silent when she became emotional.
“Why, why, why did I use a lame line like that? ‘I’ll show you around’. What am I, a whore?” Stella stomped her way into the elevator, mentally slapping herself. “I should’ve said ‘what a lovely jacket you’re wearing my Prince’ or ‘you’re looking very princely today my Prince’ or…or…”
Stella halted the flood of thought when she noticed a very nosy, but very handsome, face staring around the frame of the elevator. He looked dead serious as always, but a smug curve faintly twisted his lips.
He leaned in towards her. “I told you, just Noct is fine.” His warm breath dusted her hair as he lightly brushed his lips over her cheek. Stella sighed and attempted to repress a shudder.
Noctis abruptly straightened. He pushed the button on the control panel to begin closing the doors and backed out.
“Next time, try to keep your thoughts in your head.” With that, the doors shut, and he was gone but for the tingle on her cheek.
Stella sighed again. “Princes do not eavesdrop.”
“Please come to Tenebuiro if you have the time. I'll show you around,” Stella said as an awkward farewell.
“Yes, that sounds good,” Noctis replied, not even sure if the strange woman heard him as she ran off down the hallway.
Occasionally thoughts had a bad habit of suddenly slipping out of Stella’s mouth. She was straightforward and direct and found it difficult to keep her notions silent when she became emotional.
“Why, why, why did I use a lame line like that? ‘I’ll show you around’. What am I, a whore?” Stella stomped her way into the elevator, mentally slapping herself. “I should’ve said ‘what a lovely jacket you’re wearing my Prince’ or ‘you’re looking very princely today my Prince’ or…or…”
Stella halted the flood of thought when she noticed a very nosy, but very handsome, face staring around the frame of the elevator. He looked dead serious as always, but a smug curve faintly twisted his lips.
He leaned in towards her. “I told you, just Noct is fine.” His warm breath dusted her hair as he lightly brushed his lips over her cheek. Stella sighed and attempted to repress a shudder.
Noctis abruptly straightened. He pushed the button on the control panel to begin closing the doors and backed out.
“Next time, try to keep your thoughts in your head.” With that, the doors shut, and he was gone but for the tingle on her cheek.
Stella sighed again. “Princes do not eavesdrop.”