Leonie wants a romance with the Baron - стр. 6

John looked around the room – antique furniture everywhere, all with the familiar little plaques: Do not sit, just as in any museum.

– “Um… and where exactly can we?”

– “There. Sit on the nineteenth-century sofa. I keep telling the baron it’s high time to bring in a new one – this piece of museum property looks as though dusting it might cause it to collapse.”

We sat down in silence. A minute or two passed. John was buried in his phone and didn’t move – for a second I even thought he had fallen asleep. What could I say to avoid looking awkward – to sound confident instead?