The table was quiet except for the sound of spoons tapping against plates. I'd cooked, she'd set the table, and now we were sitting across from each other—normal, ordinary, like nothing had happened.
Except something had.
Because instead of chaos, instead of teeth-baring or sharp words the way I'd been bracing for, she'd been… calm. Almost too calm.
I stole another glance at her. She was focused on her food, humming faintly as she took a bite, like the rice really was all she cared about. Her hair was still messy, falling into her face, my shirt hanging loose on her shoulders. Innocent. Unbothered. Like the scene with Avery hadn't even happened.
I looked again. And again. I couldn't help it.
The fourth time, she caught me. Her eyes flicked up, narrowing slightly before softening. "...What?"
My fork paused halfway to my mouth. "What?" I repeated, way too quickly.
Her lips curved, not quite a smirk, not quite shy. "You keep staring."
"I wasn't."
