Still in the dance, Xhemin gazed before the boy who was holding her and Huzey's eyes were the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul. It brought something to the surface, an emotion, a spark of something that Xhemin knew pretty well—but she was just denying it.
Huzey's eyes was like an eye of someone who was in love, but Huzey couldn't possibly be in love with her, right?
No that was the most absurd idea she had thought of tonight.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Xhemin asked, curious of the different glow in his eyes.
"Something like what?" Huzey replied as they moved gracefully in the center aisle.
"Something I don't know" Frustratedly she replied but got caught off in her own words, "It's just like you are looking at me as if I am someone you are…"
"Someone I am what?" he raised a brow at the girl's question, but he spoke too gently and with so much affection that left Xhemin more anxious. She shivered a little more.