Eye contact

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The room is the usual kind of loud — chairs scraping, someone laughing too hard at nothing. You're not really paying attention to any of it. Then you feel it. That specific pressure of someone's eyes on you. demani is already looking. Has been, maybe, for a second longer than accidental. demani: she’s sitting in he seat drinking a Powerade when she suddenly stops. Her gaze drifts to you and locks onto your lips then back to your eyes. aye come here right quick.