Chapter 5: Nancy’s father
Tyson's eyes flicked over to Nancy, but neither of them spoke. A silence settled between them.
It was awkward. He could feel her presence next to him, a rustle of her hair, and the faint scent of her perfume that lingered in the air. But He didn't know what to say.
Nancy kept her gaze focused on the water, though Tyson could feel her glancing at him now and then. Her fingers absently toyed with lock of her hair.
Tyson shifted, trying to shake off the strange feeling, He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was blank. What was he supposed to say?
Nancy, noticing his struggle, quickly pulled her legs from the river, her foot splashing water across the rocks.
She looked down at her shoes "Sorry," she muttered, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. "I'm... not great at this whole small-talk things"
Tyson blinked, trying to find a way to ease the discomfort. "No, it's not... It's not that," he said, his voice coming out rushed, "I guess I'm too not good at it"
The silence stretched between them once more. Tyson glanced at Nancy again, her eyes now fixed on the water. He couldn't help but notice how her shoulders were slightly hunched while her chest went up and down as she breathed.
Nancy turned her head slowly, locking eyes with him. The moment their gazes met, Tyson felt the air between them shift.
She exhaled softly, "You know, it's okay to not have everything figured out. I mean, I don't. So, I guess we're both in the same boat,"
Tyson couldn't help but let out a small laugh, "Yeah...guess we are."