“So…What did you need to tell Nick before he left?” Daisy asked, curiously when he walked back in the room. Daisy hoped it would end the awkward silence.
“Oh… You… know… Just some work business!” Gatsby nervously said looking terrified that she would see though his lie.
Nervously he walked quickly back to the couch where nick and him were sitting before. The couch was right next to the chair Daisy was sitting on.
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You have also changed since then. “Daisy said trying to figure out if it was a complement or a insult. She decided it was a complement since he shuddered as he said it and was very clumsy before.
“You have definitely grown into a beautiful young lady.” Gatsby’s cheeks turned brightly red in embarrassment “not that you were not beautiful before.” He said trying to fix his mistake he thought he had made.
Daisy blushed and a huge smile formed across her face. She sat up straighter and crossed her legs. He leaned forward and reached his hand out towards the small coffee table in front of him. He was reaching toward the blue vase with the flowers he ordered for nick in them. He carefully picked a white Daisy from the vase. She watched closely with curiosity in her eyes as he carefully picked the flower.
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“Wandering where he was going with this.
“ I never meet him so would you be so kind and fill me in on what he is like?” Gatsby asked leaning his chin against his hand. Daisy stopped eye contact and glanced down at the wooden floor.
Then she began describing Tom “He is kind, sweet, with very good skills with money and he has many manners.” Her eyes were glistening as she talked. It was as if she was remembering all the good memories when suddenly she looked upset the last thing she said about him was” he does have bit of a temper problem. “as soon as she said it a glance of regret went across her face.
“Tom sounds wonderful! I cannot wait to meet him! “Gatsby said happly finding out this tom was not perfect.
“I am sure you will meet him some time. What about you seeing anybody special?” she asked, in a sweet soft loving voice looking back at Gatsby. Gatsby leaned back against the back of the couch.” I am no seeing anyone special besides some girl sitting right in front of me.” He said, staring at her perfect posture. She could stay as still as a fawn in the middle of a forest. Her face was clam and