Evelyn's POV
He turned his head and looked at me.
For a moment, I thought he might actually answer, so I met his gaze, waiting—patient, expectant—but the seconds stretched, and it became clear that he had no intention of explaining anything.
And yet—
there was something in the way he was looking at me.
Something… unreadable.
Something that lingered just a fraction too long.
…Don’t tell me—
No.
That would be ridiculous.
We hadn’t known each other that long, and it was obvious he’d been smoking for years.
He simply didn’t want to say.
Fine.
Everyone has things they’d rather keep to themselves.
We kept walking, turning corner after corner without really paying attention to where we were going, until the streets grew slightly busier, a few late-night pedestrians passing by, the c
