Elizabeth barely had time to let the thought settle before movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. A tall, dark figure approached from down the street, his strides unhurried yet purposeful.
Ezra.
Her breath hitched just slightly, but she forced herself to remain still. He was dressed much like before, a dark wool coat draped effortlessly over broad shoulders, the collar turned up slightly against the crisp autumn air. He carried himself with the same quiet authority, the kind that made the space around him feel smaller, as if the world subtly bent to accommodate his presence.
It was only when he neared that Elizabeth noticed the takeaway coffee cup in his hand. Without a word, he held it out toward Theo.
“Here.”
Theo blinked, caught off guard. “You… got me a coffee?” H
