27 Plight of stick woman

The sound of footsteps disappeared, and silence filled the corridor, one that still held the awkwardness that Eve had felt a couple of seconds ago. 

Her eyes now shifted from one end of the corridor to look at Vincent, who looked in the direction of where the butler had disappeared. His eyes suddenly snapped to meet her eyes. 

"Stare more and I will believe that you have unrequited feelings for me," stated Vincent, the coppery red colour in his eyes more distinct today compared to the last time she had seen.

Eve wasn't amused by his words, and she asked him, "Are you always like this?" 

"Like what?" Vincent subtly yet unconsciously ran his tongue across his canine. 

"As if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed," replied Eve, staring back at him.