pengwin
so many phrases went through his head at that time. but which one was right? he couldn’t decide, instead only sitting, deliberating which he should go with to accurately portray his emotions to her and his audience.
he could see out of the corners of his eyes that everyone was waiting. they shifted uncomfortably as he sat, still deciding.
in his head, he went over what he had said earlier before pausing to think. ‘we were just…’
“having a good time.”