“Why are you looking in that drawer?”
“Uh…I’m looking for a pen.” He stumbled a bit, closing the ornate door of the antique cabinet. She crossed her arms and stared at him with narrowed eyes. He froze.
“There’s a pen and paper on the counter,” She said, pointing.
“Thanks.” He slowly walked, his eyes never leaving her, in the direction of her outstretched finger. He had known better than to snoop, but he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed the supplies, holding them in front of his chest. The silence held them both still.
“Found what you need?” She asked.
“I did,” He answered.