LEENA
There's a shift in William's energy when he returns to the table after excusing himself to answer a call. He doesn't continue to eat his food. His hands over the table are clenched into tight fists, disappearing all the red of his knuckles.
“Is everything well?” I ask when I muster the courage.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he leans back against his seat. “It's nothing you should worry about.”
“You're sure?” I push.
He smacks the table. “I told you it's nothing you should worry about!”
I flinch at his reaction but don't say a word. He gives me a look that's almost apologetic before standing up and walking away.
I drop the cutlery I’m holding and grab my purse to follow him. He doesn't hold the elevator for me when the doors begin to slide closed but he holds m
