Ivan
"Hey, that's the last dumpling!" I protested as Nefra snatched it with her chopsticks. They'd sent an extra one, so it was uneven.
"Do you want it?" she blinked, staring at the small morsel of food. "I mean..."
I hadn't meant to freak her out, just tease, but she was taking it more seriously.
Dinner had been quiet. We enjoyed the food while sitting on the floor around the coffee table. It felt natural like we'd done it before, and I loved it. I used to think I knew peace, but I didn't. This was peace. This was what happiness looked like. Yet, some things were waiting for us, and I needed to address them.
"Come here," I motioned for her to come to my side of the table, taking the dumpling and setting it back on the tray.
"Okay..." Nefra set her chopsticks down and hesitantly walked over to me. She didn't look scared but was nervous. Was her mind running through scenarios? Did she think I'd hurt her?
