Earthworm

*The dim café lights cast shadows across his sharp features as he leaned slightly forward, fingers drumming the table. His voice was smooth but laced with playful curiosity.

"You’ve been stealing glances at that book for an hour—yet you haven’t turned a single page. Something—or someone—on your mind?" A smirk tugged at his lips. "Or am I the distraction?" His gaze held yours, daring you to reply.*