[Such a lovely flower this one was, he can't help but pull her a bit closer as he grasp her hand. It was simply amazing how innocent she could be considering she was in her mid-twenties.]
You're quite welcome, Ms Lotte.
[Forgetting himself a moment, he brought a hand up to push a stray strand of hair out of her face. The move far more intimate that he would have likely intended.]
*There was a blink, her eyes going a little wider with the touch to her hair, one of his knuckles had brushed her cheekbone just slightly. Those same cheekbones now had just a hint of pink because of it--
-- and because he still had her hand with his other one.*
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You're quite welcome, Ms Lotte.
[Forgetting himself a moment, he brought a hand up to push a stray strand of hair out of her face. The move far more intimate that he would have likely intended.]
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-- and because he still had her hand with his other one.*
I-If..if you don't mind sir..I..m-my hand..