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The hallway was long and dim after dinner, with sconces casting warm pools of light on the polished hardwood floor as Adrien and I walked side by side toward our rooms we finished dinner and we were free of our lovey dovey parents.
We didn't speak at first; the only sounds were the soft thud of our footsteps and the distant clatter of dishes being cleared downstairs. The air felt thick between us, buzzing with everything we weren't saying, and I crossed my arms tightly over my chest like that might contain all the swirling confusion within me.
Eventually, Adrien cleared his throat and glanced my way, sporting that familiar half-amused smile.
"So...our parents are fucking weird," he said, his voice low and casual, almost like he was testing the waters. "A hundred-and-twentieth day anniversary? Who even keeps track of that? Next, they'll be celebrating the anniversary of the day they had their first kiss."
