There was an awkward tension in the room that Misa despised. She shifted in her seat, waiting for the silence to be broken by something other than the clinks in the kitchen, where Torren had gone to prepare them some tea.
Leira sat on the couch, tight-lipped and just as antsy as Misa. At the very least, she hadn't protested when Misa took a seat next to her. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes to Misa, giving her some hope that maybe they would be able to be as comfortable around each other as they once were.
Still, there was a barrier between them, a wall that had been built. It wasn't the silence between them that bothered Misa so much as the lack of words. Misa had thought she'd be able to handle Leira's defenses, planning to talk to her and act as if nothing had changed betw
