There he stood. Leaning against the kitchen island. He had a pot of coffee starting to brew, as well as a dozen of my favourite Danishes from Ruth's Diner.
His expression was tight, but his eyes were all over with emotions.
Neither of us spoke. We both stood there, staring at the other, unsure what to do or say. I wasn't even sure if I was hallucinating or not.
"Ruby-" Tom broke the silence finally. His voice was raw and thick with emotion. He was scared, and I knew he was internalizing his thoughts and reviewing what he should say before saying it.
"Stop!" I said with a firm conviction.
I watched as Tom took a step from behind the island. His eyes never left mine.
"Ruby, please-" I took a small step back as he took another towards me. His hands were out, as though waiting to receive
