I cleared my throat, heat burning the back of my neck. “If you’re bored, I-I—uh—” We both stepped closer at the same time when my voice came out much quieter than I meant. It was like it took too much emotional energy for me to form words at a normal, socially acceptable volume when I was nervous like this. Her gaze flicked to my mouth, most likely to understand what I was saying. “I am bored. Dreadfully, incurably bored,” she said.
