Justin Battleson glanced at the overflowing plate of crayfish in front of him, frowning subtly. But as he met the enigmatic gaze from Charlotte Thompson after a brief second, he paused, smiled and said, "Okay."
He didn't hesitate; he grabbed a plastic glove from the edge of the table, and slipped it on. He then casually picked up a crayfish from the plate, and calmly began to peel the shell.
His pale fingers against the orange shell highlighted his elegant manner, a vibrant harmony between the two attracting the eye.
Charlotte found herself momentarily entranced.
Only when the man put a juicy piece of crayfish into his mouth did she suddenly snap back to reality. She masked her awkwardness with a light cough. As if nothing had transpired, she went back to peeling the crayfish.