The next morning, the apartment felt dead quiet. Kofi stood in the kitchen making toast, focusing hard on getting it just right, like perfect toast would somehow fix everything. He hadn't slept. His brain kept replaying the bonfire confession over and over, each time worse than the last.
He heard a soft click from down the hall and tensed up. Thea appeared in the doorway, already dressed in a clean t-shirt and jeans, looking from the toaster to his face with that unreadable expression she always had.
"Good morning."
"Morning."
She walked over and poured herself water from the tap without looking at him.
'So this is how it's gonna be. Two people pretending the other one doesn't exist in the same apartment.'
The toast popped up, the sound too loud in the quiet kitchen. He put both slices on a plate and pushed it across the counter toward her.
"Here."
She looked at the toast, then at him. "Thank you."
