He had put her out of her (messy) misery; Callista was simultaneously grateful for him and fighting the urge to cry. She didn’t cry in public, of course – no Adebayo would be so embarrassing as that – but this evening just about everything she did or said or felt seemed like an inevitable disaster.
Pull yourself together, for Merlin’s sake, Callista thought to herself, and brushed her hand over her cheek where he had touched her, as if she could force the warmth out of her face. He was having to pander to her now, stuck in her company as a gentleman when he probably only wanted to be rid of her. She didn’t want a drink at all – she would probably only spill it on him for his troubles now – but she had to salvage this interaction somehow, and push past her own embarrassment.
So – she smiled at him, her best impression of serene. “Thank you. Yes. I suppose I could risk it.”
Pull yourself together, for Merlin’s sake, Callista thought to herself, and brushed her hand over her cheek where he had touched her, as if she could force the warmth out of her face. He was having to pander to her now, stuck in her company as a gentleman when he probably only wanted to be rid of her. She didn’t want a drink at all – she would probably only spill it on him for his troubles now – but she had to salvage this interaction somehow, and push past her own embarrassment.
So – she smiled at him, her best impression of serene. “Thank you. Yes. I suppose I could risk it.”
