Painting Of Two Hearts
Once everyone had left the dining room, Yashiro and Astoria were the only ones left. She just stared at him, unsure of what to say.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Am I excessively handsome?" he teasingly asked her.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"Hmm, maybe," she sarcastically said, pretending to scan him, "Maybe just a little."
He laughed at her comment.
"That kinda hurts, but at least you think I'm a little handsome."
She shrugged again, and they walked out of the room.
"Listen," he said as he walked her to their room, "I have a meeting to get to, so I'll see you later, princess."
He bowed and began to walk away.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm.
He froze at her touch. It was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to touch him. Although the action probably meant nothing to her, it meant something to him. She stared at her hand and immediately let go of him.