Vincent rushed into the saloon, where he found Natalia sitting on the couch, staring out the small window.
“Are you okay?” He inquired while proceeding towards her.
Natalia jarred back to reality and looked up at him. She quickly withdrew her eyes and said, “Yeah, I am fine.”
“Everyone is enjoying out there. What kept you from coming out?" He asked again, taking a seat next to her.
“I was arranging the room.” She smiled awkwardly and rose from the sofa, “I will go check Jonathan.”
She rushed out immediately. It was as though she was escaping from him.
Vincent kept looking at her departing figure. He sensed that something was not right. Maybe she was upset with him about his attempt to kiss her. He breathed out a long sigh, passing his fingers through his hair.
"Damn it..." he cursed and slammed his palm on the sofa, mad at himself.
He stood up and dashed to his berth.
Later that evening, everyone gathered at the dining table for supper.