{Elira}
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Lennon didn't move away, even after Rennon settled on the sofa. His presence lingered close, his shoulder brushing mine as if he didn't notice or maybe he did, but simply didn't care.
"Eat one now," he said, nudging the box toward me with a grin. "Otherwise Rennon will claim you are being polite again, and Zenon will say you are wasting time."
I hesitated, glancing at Zenon. He was watching me with an unreadable expression, though the faint crease between his brows made my stomach tighten.
His gaze wasn't on the sweets, it was on me.
Carefully, I opened the lid. Inside lay neatly arranged rows of glossy chocolates and golden-wrapped cookies along with some macarons.
They smelled faintly of vanilla and cocoa, warm even through the box. I picked one chocolate, unwrapped it, and nibbled a bite.
The sweetness melted instantly on my tongue. My lips curved before I realized it. "It's… really good."
