"Mr Carson, are you alright?"
"Er, of course. I just wanted to make sure we have arrangements settled for the large luggage."
She was utterly confused, but quickly shifted into problem-solving mode as she had a look at the page he indicated.
She was standing too close to him, and she could feel it. She could hear his breathing hitch as her elbow brushed his. Through all their layers of clothing, it would make no sense that she should feel heat transferring from his body to hers, but nothing between them seemed to make much sense lately.
They managed to get through the luggage arrangements. She tried to force her movements to stay fluid and composed as she all but fled to the other side of his desk.
Her color was high.
"Mrs Hughes, are you alright? Are you ill?" I have to get out of here. I have to get her out of here.
"Not at all; I'm quite alright, Mr Carson." She bit her lip again. He wasn't sure why, but it looked plumper, rosier than usual. He forced himself to look away.
"Only you looked a little -" He stopped himself. Feverish.