; HUNTERS OCEAN EYES GLANCED ACROSS THE TABLE. ─── they glanced at the girl, sitting on the other side. his finger tips carefully sliding over the keyboard of his computer, writing each word without trouble; even though the lack of attention. the hollingsworth house were dead silent, and the only sound made out loud was their touch against the keyboards. hunter could hear his own calm breathing and his heart beating in his chest. the project week was finally coming to an end, and the constant bicker back and forth with grace, along with arguments and disagreements on almost everything had made the whole experience less enjoyable. it was coming to an end and all there was left was to present it─── after that they would never have to speak another word to each other. his attention led back to the screen the second he finished his sentence. a long sigh escaped his rosy lips. ‘ the resume is done. i guess all we need now is for you to finish and it all being put together. ‘ his voice spoke as his thoughts begged for her to be somewhat done too. ‘ you know; along with the whole presentation itself─── ‘ he began as his eyebrows rose to his hairline. ‘ we are pretty behind on almost everything. we got a half hour to present, do we even have enough material to fill out thirty minutes? ‘ his eyes looked back at her while his voice spoke with serious concern. ‘ .. are you even going to show? ‘ his question hung in the air but he was concerned. concerned that the day of the presentation was going to be one of the days where grace didn’t show face. he never knew if she did it to torture him or if she actually had a valid reason to throw at him at all.
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