Once Elena learned that Daniel was the boy from long ago, something subtle changed between them.
One afternoon, they sat together in the inn lounge.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Daniel sat beside her, slowly peeling an orange with his fingers.
The fresh citrus scent filled the air.
He separated a segment and held it up to her lips without a second thought.
Elena was looking down at an account book.
Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took the orange.
Her tongue accidentally brushed his fingertip.
Daniel's hand stilled.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, his fingertip brushed the corner of her mouth as he wiped away a trace of juice.
"Mmm..."
Only then did Elena realize what had happened.
The tips of her ears turned red instantly.
Neither of them
