We were eyeball-to-eyeball and the other fellow just blinked.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
One eye sees, the other feels.
I learned not to blink in a close-up or move your head at all, because if you did, they wouldn't use it.
We were the guys on the other side. It was hilarious.
What better way to connect with people than by staring and talking straight at them? Don't blink - that's one less connection you could have made.
He resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.
I don't ever blink, honestly.
We looked at each other standing on the podium, and I think we all were tearing up. But we had to keep it cool. I think we did. Then we let out a breath.
We had an eyeball-to-eyeball agreement at a restaurant before I came back that, if I came back, he would never talk to me that way again or I was simply saying no.
We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.
We took our eye off the ball as a company.