your eyes whispered, have we met?

“Dude, why did you do that?!”

“You were crying…” his eyes were still trained downward.

“So?”

“I— I’m— I just assumed that he had said something that hurt you.”

She huffed out a breath of frustration. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not some damsel in distress. We’re strangers. You don’t know me.”

“But I… I feel like I do.”