He glared at her feet, it wasn't like she was that attractive anyway! Even if he wondered how he'd mistaken her fine boned face with that of a boy, the mists had been the reason, surely. Ugh this was idiotic, he was idiotic. Why did he care if she saw him looking at her, he could do what he bloody well pleased. With that thought in mind his eyes inched up her form until he met her gaze. She was glaring at him, murder in her eyes.
"To the right." He said quickly, glad he'd stared so hard at her feet, they were angled slightly to the right, her weight shifted slightly in that direction. "And. Umm..." He felt bad, suddenly, what was he doing acting like such a git, he was going to make her punch him and leave again and then where would he be? Without a teacher, without a fellow Mistborn, and another bruise. "Yeah... sorry." He glanced away.
Edited by Noelle, 13 February 2014 - 01:25 AM.