Sara ate her breakfast in silence, intentionally avoiding Luca's gaze. She finished quickly, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with the napkin, then lifted the glass of water to her lips, contemplating moving to the living room.
"Wait. Don't leave the table while I'm still eating," Luca said.
Reluctantly, she hummed and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. 'Why isn't he saying anything about how he feels? Should I ask him? Whatever he said earlier… it didn't seem like a lie,' she thought, uncertainty flickering across her mind.
"Say what's on your mind out loud," Luca said, tilting the glass to his lips with a gentle clink as it met the table again.
"You didn't answer my question earlier. Jonathan… he interrupted us," Sara said softly.
Luca's eyes softened with a quiet warmth in his expression. "I liked the way you tried to steal my attention all the time," he said.
"What kind of response is that? If you like me, just say it," Sara said, frowning at him.
