What's the catch for participating?

But he didn't know what to say. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about what had just happened.

Closing his eyes, he looked down, internally cursing at the fact that he had made a fool out of himself in front of her.

How could he explain what had just happened? It wasn't like he actually felt there was any need for him to explain anyways.

Getting up, he noticed she took a step back at his movements.

Her eyes were still glued to the concrete floor. She wondered to what extent his strength was to have caused such a dent in there.

Raising his head, he wiped down his face, hoping to smooth out what had just happened.

"Pretty face, it's just that—"

Raising her hand to stop him from explaining, she had gotten something from all he had said, instead she went with the unconventional approach.