люблю слабый чай без молока, – борм

люблю слабый чай без молока, – бормочу я, как бы оправдываясь.
– Понимаю. Он ваш парень?
Ну и ну… С чего бы это?
– Кто?
– Фотограф. Хосе Родригес.
От удивления я нервно смеюсь.
– Нет, Хосе мой старый друг и больше ничего. Почему вы решили, что он мой парень?
– По тому, как он улыбался вам, а вы – ему. – Грей глядит мне прямо в глаза. Я чувствую себя ужасно неловко и пытаюсь отвести взгляд, но вместо этого смотрю на него как зачарованная.
– Он почти что член семьи, – шепчу я.
Грей слегка кивает, по-видимому, удовлетворенный ответом. Его длинные пальцы ловко снимают бумагу от маффина.
– Не хотите кусочек? – спрашивает он и снова чуть заметно улыбается.
– Нет, спасибо. – Я хмурюсь и опять перевожу взгляд на свои руки.
– А тот, которого я видел вчера в магазине?
– Пол мне просто друг. Я вам вчера сказала. – Разговор получается какой-то дурацкий. – Почему вы спрашиваете?
– Похоже, вы нервничаете в мужском обществе.
Черт, почему я должна с ним это обсуждать? «Я нервничаю только в вашем обществе, мистер Грей», – мысленно парирую я.
– Я вас боюсь. – Я краснею до ушей, но мысленно похлопываю себя по спине за откровенность и снова смотрю на свои руки.
– Вы должны меня бояться, – кивает он. – Мне нравится ваша прямота. Пожалуйста, не опускайте глаза, я хочу видеть ваше лицо.
Ох. Я смотрю на него, и Грей ободряюще, хотя и криво мне улыбается.

Результаты (английский) 1:

like weak tea without milk, "I mumble, as if referring.-Understand. He's your guy?Well, well ... Why would it?-Who?Is The Photographer. Jose Rodriguez.From surprise I'm laughing nervously.-No, Jose my old friend and nothing more. Why did you decide that he's my guy?-From the way he smiled at you, and you are to him. -Grey looks me straight in the eye. I feel terribly embarrassed and try to look away, but instead look at it as enchanted.It is almost a family member, "I whisper.Gray slightly nods, apparently satisfied with the answer. His long fingers deftly peeled off the paper from maffina.-Do not want bit? He asked and again slightly noticeable smile.-No, thank you. -I hmurûs′ and again translate look at her hands.-And the one I saw yesterday at the store?-Paul I just a friend. I told you yesterday. -Conversation is a dunce. -Why do you ask?-It seems that you are nervous in a male society.Damn, why do I have to discuss it with him? "I'm nervous only in your society, Mr. Gray," the mentally pariruû I.-I'm afraid. I blush to the ears, but mentally pohlopyvaû themselves on the back for its frankness and again looking at their hands.-You should be afraid of me, "he nods. -I like your frankness. Please do not immerse the eyes, I want to see your face.Oh. I look at it, and Gray was encouragingly, though asked me smiling.

Результаты (английский) 3:

I love weak tea without milk, - damn i, as would be frightened anymore.
- I understand. He was your boyfriend?
ouch ... the?
- who?
- photographer. Jose Rodriguez.
from surprise i nv was laughing.
- No, Jose my old friend and nothing more.Why don't you have decided that he is my boyfriend?
- on the way in which he smile when you, and you - to him. - Gray buoyed me directly in the eyes. I feel terribly awkward and try to pull it, but instead, I look at it as a huge fantasy world where everyone.
- He almost that a member of the family - pulls i.
Gray slightly polite, seemed to be satisfied response. His long fingers skillfully remove paper from маффина.
- don't want to piece? - He asked and again slightly noticeable smiling.
- No, thank you. - I am хмурюсь and once again this phrase view on their hands.
- as well, that I saw yesterday in the store?
- Paul I simply together. I you yesterday said. - Conversation is a stupid. - Why do you ask?
- There seems to be, you it depends on my preparations in the masculine society.
features, why do I have to be with him is to discuss? "I am stupid thought out only in your society, mister gray", - imagine парирую i.
- I want you i'm afraid. - I краснею up toward the ears,But imagine похлопываю themselves on the back for the frank and again I look at their hands.
- You must me afraid, polite. - I like your integrity. Please, do not lower your eyes, I'd like to see your face.
Oh.I look at him, and gray partisan divisions, although askew and i am smiling.