C25 stubble finding

When the words reached her ears, she stopped and looked back at me.

Four eyes met.

I didn't know what she meant by that glance, but it was as if she were looking at a stranger who was talking about her. She didn't have any expression on her face, and after a quick glance, she turned and walked away, stirring the fragrance in the air.

Looking at her proud and aloof back, I laughed at myself