Medicine?

The smell of chemicals just grew stronger as I got closer to her. "It smells like a hospital in here." On my approach, I spied no visual reactions from her and taking that into account, I decided to gently tap her shoulder when I was in arms reach so that she wouldn't be startled. After tapping her shoulder, I was surprised by her very calm reaction to the stimuli; maybe she did notice me walk into the room. As she turned to come face to face with me, ironically I was the one that was caught off guard. I know I saw her before but in such close proximity who wouldn't take pause to marvel at this; this wonder of the world.

After some time, SMACK! "Ouch! You have to stop doing that." After the pain eased up in my now redder left cheek, I finally looked at her with my mental faculties resuming. She had this hesitant expression on her face, hesitant and anxious? "Why? Why do the expressions on her face always leave me feeling like such an ass? It's not my fault that my eyes and mind want to marvel at this sight." Taking pause, I then began realizing ho much my level as an ass just kept increasing, my justifications are not healthy, audibly sighing again and then raising my hands up to apologize to her once more, I found myself deep in thought again, "I really need to get my shit together around pretty women, I can't be thinking this way or maybe I shouldn't be displaying what goes through my mind with these unfiltered reactions and body language. Treating attractive women like this only conveys how out of my depth I truly think they are! No wonder I'm still a virgin at 23. Get your shit together Alex, if you want to change your personality defects then you have to put in the work. You major in psychology for this specific purpose. Help yourself man."

When I was done berating and scolding myself, I apologized one more with my eyes on the ground. Her hand on my shoulder, directly where my shoulder curves upward into my neck was the first stimulus I felt. I began looking up toward her face while bracing myself for the impending feeling of guilt I assume her expression will make me feel when I lay eyes on her once more. There it is, that look of patience and understanding with a hint of determination behind her eyes. I guess the reaction on my face was difficult to read because her giggling had me confused, unless she is ridiculing my inner turmoil. "That's actually mean, I am actually struggling out here to keep myself together and you're giggling?"

Giggles intensify. "Wow! Unbelievable," I said while rolling my eyes. I felt the thumb of her hand on my neck move. It was making back and forth motions on my neck, I look up and see a flash of confidence in her eyes; this almost feels like she is subtly claiming or just decided she would. No, I must be imagining things. In an instant her determined aura returned and she motioned at me to stay. She grabs two cups with maybe tea and then hands me one. Taking it I then thanked her however, as I attempted to bring it to my lips she stopped me. Curiously looking at her, I found myself weirded out. She spat in her own cup and the stirred it while looking at me expectantly. Maybe it's a tradition? Resigning to my task at hand I did what she expected of me and earned myself the warmest feeling I have ever experienced. That content smile on her face was enough, she has me by the balls, I don't care what I have to do, I will make it happen to see that again.

As if immediately wanting to put my resolve to the test, she motioned for us to exchange cups. A slight hesitation later and it was done. Throwing caution to the wind, I clinked tea cups with her and we took a sip together.