Paul approached Rory’s table, giving her handiwork his signature piercing stare. “Tell us about your bake, Rory,” he said with the confidence of a man that had already pinpointed ten mistakes in Rory’s technique.
As Rory explained her pie recipe, she was acutely aware of Paris’s eyes on her back. “It’s hard not to get lost in those baby blues, isn’t it?” she heard Mel say to Paris.
“Her eyes aren’t that blue,” Paris replied immediately.
“…I was talking about Paul, love,” Mel said awkwardly.
Rory fumbled through the rest of her explanation, trying very hard not to analyze what she’d just overheard.