You kept looking up at Clint and you noticed each time he was sat there glaring at you. Swallowing, you walked over and sat next to him.
“Have I done something?” Clint looked shocked and shook his head.
“No of course not. Why?” Clint asked confused.
“You keep giving me a death glare…” You sighed. Clint laughed a little.
“I don’t have a death stare, it’s my resting face.” You laughed with relief and he smiled.