A knock came almost before the sound of his footsteps had faded from the hallway.
Amara was still halfway to setting her mug on the counter when she heard it. From the knock, she could already tell that whoever that was knocking, carried the faintest curve of a smile.
She already knew who it was.
Her hand brushed the handle, and she opened the door without asking who stood on the other side.
Elias.
He was leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. His hair was damp from the drizzle outside. And he had that half-smile tugging at his mouth like it had nowhere else to be.
"It's barely two minutes since you left," she said, raising a brow.
"I know." His voice had that warm timbre again, the one that made ordinary words sound deliberate. "I was hoping we could take a walk."
The invitation caught her off guard. She blinked at him, half ready to ask why, but something in his eyes made her simply nod. There was no urgency in his gaze, just a steady sort of openess.
