As the elevator doors slid open, Evren didn't expect to find Willow and Navian inside both staring back at him in equal surprise.
Willow's expression melted into a bright smile. "Evren!"
Navian followed with a small greeting nod. "Hey."
"Hey, guys." Evren stepped in, a grocery bag tucked under his arm.
"I almost got fried by Astrid Cross," Willow blurted out instantly.
Evren froze. "You.... what?"
He stared at her like the world had tilted sideways.
The doors closed, and he immediately dropped the grocery bag to the floor, his hands coming up to cup Willow's face with gentle urgency.
"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Did she touch you?" His voice was low, worried, frantic.
"I'm fine," Willow laughed, already flushing at the intense concern in his ocean-blue eyes. He inspected her like she might shatter, only relaxing when he found no marks on her skin. "Navian came just in time."
