Ember
But no matter what I always stop myself, my eyes betray me as if they have lived on their own.
The reason why I was glancing was that I was still confused and curious as to what happened that made him congratulate me that night at the restaurant. After that incident, I was rooted to my spot, unable to move.
It was a miracle he hadn't glared at me that night, much more to congratulate me like we were friends. Has he changed? Has he eaten something or got sick that he suddenly got kind to me? Or maybe it was caused by his bipolar attitude again?
Questions are all buzzing around my mind, not vanishing until it is answered. A part of me was telling me to stop acting like it was a big deal while a part of me wanted to know what happened. And the latter was larger. But even so, the only way to know was to ask him.