Less Writing In The Future

He was so lost in his thought that he didn't know that the two pairs of eyes were now trained on him. The smaller set was glaring at him as if he was an unneeded distraction while the other bigger one was staring in confusion. 

His eyes locked with Grace's and he found himself drawn in by the attractive depth of those eyes. He never wanted to look away but the gaze was eventually broken by Grace who lowered her head after some seconds.

As he drew closer to the little table where she was seated with Charles, he noticed her flushed face and how her forefinger rubbed anxiously against her thumb and a satisfied  smile hovered around his mouth. "How is Charles?"

"Fine," Grace replied without looking up.

Jace deliberately positioned himself beside the chair Grace was sitting on and pretended not to notice her slightly moving away to create some space between them as he asked, "Did you face any difficulties after you left the living room?"