Avina waited for him to speak first. After all, he was the one who chose to sit next to her. But no matter how long the fire swayed or the stars twinkled, he just sat there as if he was mute.
Occasionally, Avina would spare a peek at him, but he looked the same. With shy eyes and rosy blush, he would twiddle his fingers as if it was the greatest game invented since M*nopoly. Sometimes, he too would glance at her only to shy away the next second.
Despite Avina being a failed love doctor, that didn't mean she didn't understand a look of affection when she saw one. Look at him! If the word "In love" wasn't written across his face, it was now and in permanent ink as well.
Avina would stare at the fire waiting for him to say something first. Because, for certain, she wasn't going to say something first. It ruins the image of a classic, cool, beauty.