"Claire, I…" he was not sure how he should complete the sentence. The two of them were sitting on the back-porch of the Redfield-residence, where Claire was living with her brother's wife. At least for now. Carlos let out a sigh. He had always been good with words (and ladies), but this was a situation that he was not comfortable in, and he certainly did not like it. Not one bit.
Claire was gazing at something in the far distance. She was leaning slightly forward with her arms lazily crossed around her legs.
"…I honestly don't know what to say…" he said after a while, hating himself more and more as time went by. He did not want to do this, but he knew deep down that it was inevitable.
So did she.
There was no reply from her. She was biting her lower lip, her thoughts racing. She knew what was about to happen, what he was about to say.
"You're not making this easier for me…"
She stood up, still with her arms crossed. She turned around and looked at him with