[ Why would he look at her? For him, it's easy. She's unlike anyone he's met before, and he wants to get to know her better. Obviously the timing is wrong for it, but a part of him still wants that coffee date with her: a date that's not a date, just a chance to talk to each other. ]

I know, life advice from me is something to take with a grain of salt, because... [ He waves his hand because he knows he doesn't really have much of his life together. ]

You just had to point that out, huh? But I don't have a choice, there's no driving up there, so I just have to deal with it.

[ He smiles at her, and it's a warm one. Genuine. ]

It's fine. I like it.

[ He can't explain where this gravitational pull is coming from or why it's so strong. Her green eyes pull him in and he doesn't want to resist.

Why do I feel complete with her? I barely know her, and she barely knows me.

And yet some force is compelling him to step closer to her too, to meet her in the middle. She's in his space and he's in hers and it doesn't feel wrong or strange in the least. In a way, it feels like a reunion, but that makes no sense to him either. Something inside him is resonating with her though, and that feeling of completion only grows stronger.

His hand slides around her waist but he doesn't pull her in, because he imagines she'll resist as soon as she feels his touch. ]